Staring at a small crumpled piece of paper, pen in a nervous shaking hand, wanting to write what’s in my head, but just not being able to find the right words for you to understand. Listening to our song on a loop so it is drilled into my memory. I open up a new e-mail page and start with our first memory together. Pausing to remember. A tear slowly rolls down the side of my cheek. Closing the e-mail page, I realise I can’t do it, it’s too painful to even think about. But I need you to know, I just don’t know how to tell you. I can’t tell you in person. I can’t text you. I can’t talk to you on msn. An e-mail just seems pathetic, and weak. I can’t be weak when it involves you, not any more. I need to be strong. I need to be in control. But that doesn’t change the fact that I need you to know.
Lee, I’m over you.