I miss you. I tried not to post about it. Wait till I’d hit the two week from sent mark. Not be a broken skipping record. Pining. Desperate.

But you are the broken record in my head and heart. Every time I move forward in the track I hit a scratch and: YOU.

A million questions. A million things I never said. Zero responses.

I’m good at passing time. Occupying my own mind with distractions. Until I’m not. The split nano second my adhd allows for reprieve. That’s where you live. The place that’s always overlooking every thought from the back. But I catch glimpses of you.

I love you. I miss you. No I didn’t know everything about you. But I wanted to learn. I wanted to be by your side to learn.

I’m a broken record. I miss you, G.

I’m a broken record. I love you, G

I’m a broken record. Will you come back to me, G?

I’m a broken record. Why did you leave me without a trace?

Do you think about me? Are you torn up over me? Did you get my letter? Do you miss me too.

I miss you. Please text me.