Letters

I've written what I consider to be an obscene amount of letters to you. Some are logical, some are persuasive, some are pathetic. But they have a common theme, sincerity. They all contain a certain element of truth, depending on my mood, my moment. 

I love you. I miss you. Please don't let go of this. If you do, everything we have is lost.

Relatively short. Relatively similar. Relatively lame. But somehow, through my persistence, I have at least managed to convince myself that I have something concrete. Something that will give your head a shake, and hear me out. And might actually save something of this dying thing.

I miss you. I love you. Stay.