Hungover texts I can't send to my ex

I miss you. I hope my bandana in the box of your shit makes you sick with how much you miss me. I hope the obvious care I put into the package makes you text me. I wake up every morning and forget you're not here. You were scared of how bad I'd get without you. It's not your fault that I got this bad. I never hated you. I hated the way I couldn't make myself detach. I think I'll think about you…