Release

It took me three days to realize I was still waiting for you to come back. I mean I ate breakfast and while I was eating I would just picture you coming in and I’d hope that I looked alright and I’d be ready to open the door and let you in. It was three breakfasts until I realized that nothing else was on my mind except you. And you never came back. So after the last breakfast I just stopped hoping, and that was probably the saddest I’ve ever been in my life. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I stood up and looked at the empty dishes and I just—I was alone, you understand. It hit me that you weren’t coming back and I was alone and—three days! That’s what had kept me going, somehow I thought that any second you’d be marching in with a suitcase and a new haircut and…and then after the third breakfast I lost the image and I knew you were far away and probably dead for all I could tell and my phone hadn’t rung once and I didn’t know what to do. I hope you’re okay, wherever you are. You probably are. You’re probably very happy. This is the last I’m going to think about you because the second I get you out of my head you’ll be back. As soon as it leaves my mind and I’m not expecting it there you’ll be. So until then, I’m afraid I can’t think about you anymore. By the way I do love you. I’m sorry I didn't—forget it. I’ll tell you when I see you.