Day 3
It has been three days without, my love. The ticking hours that are passing feel like dreary seconds of boring questions asked by a rather worrying person.
Why do the days seem like passing ghosts that are haunting my soul and thoughts? Why do I miss you this much, we did not spend enough time for me to create this attachment to a person that has left me, probably never returning. I know you are in a war and probably battling with a filthy nazi german now. But I do miss you more than ever. For each day one ant crawls up my throat causing me to throw up.
There hasn't been a hard food in my stomach since you left bidding me with kisses and hugs. Yet, your kisses and hugs are not satisfactory for me. You have become merely a memory passing and haunting me tricking me into believing I love you! I don't. I cannot. I must not. I will be married to a fine sir named Henry the fifth and you cannot fill my mind with ideas of an unrealistic future thereof which you aren't apart of!
Leave I beg you, my savior, yet my worst enemy. You do more harm in my head than what happens in my day to day life. Escape my thought and let me be in peace, I beg you.
xoxo your savior