Darling. Your in France. & i fucking miss you so much. You gave me a french number, that i can hear your voice. but the number's failed. now you don't write back. I cry all the time. I wanna hug you. Now, i know how it is to be without you. it's horrible. Please come back. I can't write you, i can't talk with you, i don't know what you do, what you feel. Do you miss me? i hope it ... everybody thinks that I'm crazy. They say "It's easy, don't think about it. it's just a week!" but. i don't know. it's new for me. i can see you every day. then the week, when I was in france. but now YOU. it's hard for me. i don't care what the others think about it ... come home baby. I don't want to go out without you. it hurts.
i know now, you can barf, if you cry too much. my mother said that, when i was a little girl. & know i know, it's the truth. Forgive me all my mistakes I've done the last time. all the beef. I'm so tired of being here without you. I don't know what to do. i do everything with you. it's boring & dead here. what do you do now?
Just those days. they show me, how basic you are for me. i miss everything of you. but at the most, i miss your Hugs & Kisses. & your fuckin' sweet smile, baby, come home. >< please..
i hope you've got fun there. & now, i have to smoke a cigarette. & go to bed. thinking about you. again & again.
I think I'm even more sad, than before I've wrote this. Great ... really ... i feel so miserable ... thank you, God.