Part four of the tragedy takes place today, early Saturday morning. Six-thirty, your time. You'd still be sleeping. I wonder what you're dreaming about...
I'm cold. It's raining now, and of course, the rain reminds me of you. It's been raining a lot when I'm in school, lately. I'll get all stiff and shaky and everyone asks "What's wrong?"
The only answer I have is that "It just reminds me of someone I used to know..."
That's easier than explaining and it actually is true.
I love you and miss you even though I don't want to.
Lizzy/Devi/Chewtoy/whichever you prefer...