We’ve seen each other 2 times in 4 months, but I think about you every day. I know I said I’ve moved on, I know I act like I don’t care, I know I talk about the guys that followed you like it’s no big deal, but I’m so incredibly in love with you. I miss your smile, I miss how I could put you to sleep by running my fingers through your hair. I miss the way you kissed me good morning, and I miss you smelling my hair when you thought I wasn’t paying attention.
I hate the girl you like, not because she’s stealing your attention but because she’s not making you as happy as you deserve to be.
It’s been 7 months and 3 days since the last time I got to tell you I loved you with a smile and kiss, instead of with tears and a goodbye.
I’m terrified that the months will turn into years, and I still won’t be able to stop loving you.