You call me everyday, you talk to me everyday, you are attach to me.
What can I do, to get some time alone from you? You are like a leach, you won’t leave until you are satisfied. But I don’t know what will make you satisfied.
I get agitated just by knowing that you won’t stop. I’m going to have to end this. I don’t care what you say, but I have to.

“Brooke, I’m sorry, but I can’t handle this anymore. It’s tearing me apart, you think we should be getting closer, even though you are suffocating me and no matter how many times I try to tell you, you won’t stop.”
“But… John…”
“But nothing. It’s over.”

And that was it. She’s finally gone from my life.
Throughout the whole day, I would be expecting a text or a call from her. But nothing.
I sat in my room, waiting for her to make contact with me.

Is this what it’s like without her?

It started to get really quiet and really boring.
Did I make a mistake? Do I... miss her?