Alsina is My Weakness

This is a sequel to Alsina Is My Neighbor, I'd advise that you read that first and then continue on to this but it is not required. Not reading the first won't hinder your understanding too much. :) Warning: Extremely Morbid Content 12 am Twenty-two. He turned twenty-two today. I take off my reading glasses and set them on my nightstand while sitting up in my bed. I then reach over and turn off my lamp. I rest my head against the headboard and closed my eyes. It is dead silent. A soft breeze enters my room through the window. The wind carries within it coolness and unfortunately painful memories. I reminisced back to the night when I spent the night over at August's house. That is when he first told me he loved me. I sighed. That was five years ago. I laid down and slipped under my blanket. I hated this time. The time I had to myself before I fell asleep. I hated it because I always thought about him. No matter how hard I try, I cannot get him off of my mind. He is etched in my mind. Embedded. I am living in New York City while he is eight hundred and eighty miles away in Atlanta. I haven't seen him in five years, and I miss him terribly. The day he left New Orleans was the day we lost contact. I'm miserable and lonely. I'm too young to be this bitter. I once was very sweet. I haven't even tried to contact him. I haven't attended any of his concerts. Nothing. Even though it hurts, I guess I just should accept the fact that he has moved on. And I should too. What we had then, doesn't matter now. We were young and rather naive. What we had was nothing more than young love I suppose. And love like that doesn't exist in the real world. Love like that isn't able to survive in the real world. Love like that is endangered. But every now and then I think about what could have been if we never separated if everything didn't fall apart if he never left me. I drifted to sleep thinking of my lost love...