I hope it has been a lot better than mine. For days since we met last month, I haven’t been able to eat well. I have lost my appetite, even for the most delicious food at my favorite restaurant or my favorite home-cooked meal. I have been lying awake for many nights, counting sheep up to a thousand, counting stars and identifying constellations, to no avail.
Last week, I sought advice from a psychologist. He gave me medication, but those, too and the hour-long sessions with him failed to ease my suffering.
Yesterday, I finally found out why my whole world seemed tumbled down. After a long talk with my closest friend, I found out what I was ailing from. I found out the one thing that was missing. I found out that I was in love with you.
Please ease my suffering and say you will be mine.