Miss you. Whether I'm meant to or not. I wonder if you've thought of me... I don't know whether to hope you have or you haven't.

I hate that I don't know if I'm doing the right thing by staying or going. I hate that I have to try and interpret what you say and do, that you can't just tell me...

I hate that we couldn't sort this all out before this break. I hate that I can't relax and hold on to the connection, because I'm not sure it's there. I want to believe, T.