subject line: agony.

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waco, texas. 

Tonight, I watched Interstellar for the first time. I see now why it’s your favorite movie. It was utterly fascinating. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you, unfortunately. And, really, can you blame me? You watched the damn thing at least twice at week, talking me through your favorite scenes as we chatted on the phone. It was much better watching it without you, ya know. I talk during movies, and I think you probably would have shushed me. But that’s not really why it was better; it was better because I’m still so angry and hurt. It’s been, what? A hundred-something days since you left? It still hurts so much. I never got closure, just the memories of your likes and dislikes, your hopes and your fears, your goals and plans to achieve them. You? You got another girl. You got to fall in love with someone else. I didn’t. I’m still so in love with you. I wish you wouldn’t have left. And, I lied. Watching Interstellar would have been so much better with you. Everything was better with you.