Harry I’ve been following the same routine over the past few days. After my classes during the week, I’ve been visiting the place where it all began and sitting down on the steps by the lake until the dusk finally settles in, before making my way back up to the dorm. I’ve called him at least twenty times a day and left over ten voice messages on his cell phone, but still not a single one has been reciprocated. Not a damn one. Where are you? Why did you leave? When are you coming home? I love you. I miss you. I’ll do anything. Call me. Are you safe? What did I do wrong? I want forever. I want forever … with you. Spending time in the dorm isn’t really helping the nauseas feeling that has been fixed in my stomach ever since that day. His things are still in the exact same places they were since before he left. If I pack them away or dispose of them, it’ll be like admitting to myself that he’s not coming back to me.
What do You think about Misplaced Trust (Misjudged)?
