Letters from by the phone

College Lover,

I promised myself I'd stop waiting by the phone for you. But it was a promise I knew I couldn't keep. Every time i log in, every time i hear it ring, every new e-mail, I'm hoping its you. I'm hoping to have you back. I'm hoping to not have to face life with out you in it. I hoping that soon, when I see that funny thing that makes me think of you, I can send it without guilt.

It's false hope. And, truth be told, I'm fine without you. Totally ok.

It's just the pictures of you on facebook, it's just the little things i run in to that make me think of you. Those are the things that kill me.

I hope you doing well. I hope you grow up and come to your senses.

Love always,

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