“Talk Soon” was the last thing you said to me. I still don’t know when soon is. My heart still holds onto the hope that this wasn’t a lie. We always had so much to say to each other. How we ran out of words, I don’t know. I still feel like we haven’t said enough.
Two years and all you can say is you feel different and tell me you’re depressed. You confessed your love and pulled me right in with you with no hesitation, doubt or fear. And now you leave me with all those things and nothing more to say.
Talk Soon?