Found in my notebook from a time when Emily and I were dating and not living together. I still love you, Em. Always will.

It’s called insomnia. I get it every night. I want to close my eyes an fall asleep, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to feel your lips against mine, your arms around me…

I’m going insane. I miss you so much, it’s painful. I just want the pain to end. One kiss might do it. Oh god, I want it so badly I think I’d die if I got it. But I don’t care. Kiss my lips, kill me faster, love me dead and I will thank you for the murder with my last breath.