Dear T,

Another week has gone by and yet another week I still seem no closer to being able to talk to you, connect with you, share with you. Another week just missing K terribly. Another week where she has been on my mind both night and day. Another week where I'm not sure if holding on is helping or hurting. I have no idea what I will talk to you about tomorrow. I have tried writing to you several times the past few weeks, but I just can't do it. I get a few paragraphs in and then... Nothing. What needs to be said isn't coming out. Nothing is coming out, not even the trivial stuff.

I'm not sure whether me having no idea who you are (I still don't even know what you look like other than your picture online) is helping or hindering. To be fair, it can't be helping, can it? It honestly doesn't feel like anything is helping right now. I don't know. Maybe this just isn't the right time for me. Maybe this just isn't right for me, right now.