Lindsey slowly got up off the bathroom floor, dragging her exhausted body to bed. Before she could lay down, she pulled a box from under her bed, designed with white and red roses and an old tattered lid. She pulled that lid open, holding back her tears. She has cried enough for one night and didn't want to keep crying. Inside, were letters that she has written to Josh. One letter a month ever since he left, still sealed, dated, but never sent. She pushed past the letters to the bottom of the box where she kept pictures of them from high school, all the times that they spent with each other.
why am I feeling like I need you in my life when I survived this long without you... she said to herself. She knew that she could live without him, but a part of her didn't want to. She always loved h
