Honestly, Emily, you're driving me insane. Now I write cheesy love poems. And I can't imagine life without you. And I get frustrated by little things. I see things in black and white. I start to notice things which you would think are cute. I think I'm going crazy. And I miss you.

I think about you all the time. Your smile, your eyes, your hair. When I see something, I just try to imagine what your reaction would be if you saw it too. I'm going insane. I want to reach out and grab your hand, kiss you and know what it feels like; if it's how I've always imagined it to be. And I miss you.

I told myself to wait for five days. Just five days more, before I -

I don't know what I will do yet, to be honest.

Until then,
Kian.