In my old room at my parents I think about what she could be doing. Writing a new song? With somebody new? Thinking about me? Well, for me there is only one way to find out.

Sitting down at my old desk in New York I start to write a letter in my neatest handwriting.

"αяι,

ι'vε вεεη ωσяяιε∂ 'вσυт үσυ ℓαтεℓү яυηηιη' συттα тιмε ωιsнιη' үσυ ωσυℓ∂ cσмε αη∂ sαvε мε

ι тσℓ∂ үσυ σηcε, "gεт συт мү ℓιғε. ι ∂ση'т ηεε∂ үα, ι'ℓℓ вε αℓяιgнт."

αη∂ ι sωσяε тнαт ι ωσυℓ∂ ηεvεя sαү ι мιss үσυ мσяε εvεяү ∂αү.

үσυ тεℓℓ α ℓιε, вℓαмε тσηιgнт тσσ мαηү ∂яιηкs, sσ мαηү яεαsσηs тнαт sσмε тнιηgs αяε вεттεя ℓεғт υηsαι∂.

ωεαяιη' α яιηg вυт αιη'т gση' вε ησ "мяs."

тнεη ι яεαℓιzε sнε's яιgнт тнεяε αη∂ ι'м αт нσмε ℓιкε, "∂αмη, тнιs αιη'т ғαιя"

вяεαк υρ ωιтн үσυя gιяℓғяιεη∂!.....

ι ηεε∂ үσυ,

мαяℓσωε"

I sigh, since when did I use song lyrics to tell someone I love them still? Well, maybe because it's rare for me to love someone as much as I love her.

My name is Marlowe, I used to be in a relationship with Ariana Grande. She was my life...my everything, and now we aren't together. The public didn't exactly know about us, but it was fine. We loved each other but then I freaked out...she told me she loved me and I got scared....I ran off back to my parents house.

And here we are. In New York...waiting for her concert so I can see her. Ariana changed her number when we split up, and that devestated me more than anything...I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I thought it was too soon.

'I hope she doesn't blame herself,' I think as I lay down on my bed. 'I miss you, Ari.'