i think i understand romeo and juliet a bit more now. which is so cliche. but its true. because when your dad answered the phone yesterday and told me that you wouldn’t be calling back. ever. i didn’t know what to do. i didn’t know what i could do. i cried and cried and tried to figure out if that was you or him talking. i love you and i always will no matter what. part of me wants that to be him talking. but the other part hopes its you because then at least you’d be happy even if it crushes me utterly and complexly. even if i have no idea what to do with myself. even when im empty because the best thing ive ever had is slipping away. i love you