She is only back because of me!
There is only someone to come back to because of me.

I was the book you took your pen to- your thoughts were so heavy-taking up so many pages in my head. Where was she when I was losing my mind- gravity pulling me down to the center of the Earth to burn in the molten-and you almost lost your head?

I made a desperate call with so many blanks: address "____", height "____", hair color "_____", weight "____". She's lucky I am a good guesser. These are blanks she could've filled so easily. If she stayed it never would have gotten that bad.

And I know you will go back to her after four months with me. (It is a book ending I have read so many times before. I know how this ends five chapters before.) I bet she looked all dolled up and pretty on the day you almost ceased to exist while I was chocking back hysteria in a work booth counting down the minutes till closing so I could race home and reach you. I hope her winged eyeliner is still as sharp as the knife you are going to slip into me as you slip away.