I spent the next few hours trying to find you. I tried calling you and going to all your favourite spots but you were miles ahead of me. I could not get through to your phone and no one has seen you at all, no matter who I ask or where I go.

It's almost like you had just disappeared.

And I've never felt more lost and confused.

I suppose what they say it's true, isn't it?

You never know what you have until it's gone.

I don't even know why I'm still doing this. I don't know why I'm writing to you. I ask myself why I'm doing this every time I put pen to paper.

And right now, I'm just desperate. I'm so desperate for you to come back even though I know I don't deserve it. I'm a crying mess, on the floor, my heart shattering into millions of pieces.

Please come back so that I can make it up to you.

Please.

Just please come home.

Please come home to me.