dear jane, i think about you every day lost part of myself losing you lost more of myself loving you you said “lets start over” but didn’t stop what started when i left but, i guess i’m the one who left so in a way its all my fault i was so excited to see you dinner back where we first started i stop for flowers along the way i can feel my heartbeat now its harder to fill my lungs with air it seems probably because im so full of shit you don’t want to say it’s over want to leave the door open...