Today I will be without you. I seem to never remember how I feel about you. Let me try to write my thoughts to these pages. How I feel that is. You love me, right? Especially, how coherent I can be? So this will be me , unfiltered, brain spouting nonsense in some nonsensical structure. Better yet, brain vomit addled by drowning myself in this drink. I love you. This is your proof, that it has ever happened, Andrew Garrett Slemmon, I love you. I love you so much. But I can't be with you, because I love someone else too. I don't want to talk about the other things. So let me just talk about you and me. I love your eyes and your smile. And when you cuddle me through the night. I like that you really like kissing me, even though you hate kissing, apparently. I like when you leave a trail of kisses from shoulder to my neck. I like the face you make when I caress your face with strands of my hair. I like how you smell like a spicy orange. Your voice makes me feel calm. It...