listless paper, like wilted flowers

I apologize.
I promised you I wouldn't hold anything against you. I told you that you were free to do what you liked with them. And more than that, I made myself promise myself that I wouldn't get mad at you for that.

My endeavors tend to shoot up in flames when I don't watch myself. But my God, I miss you so much. I can't go a day without thinking about you. Eliza and Tiff wondered why I was so irrevocably quiet during intern today, and both attempted to make me talk. I'm never quiet. I'm always the loudest of us three.

But without you, I feel so empty.

I am sorry.