I miss you.
I really never thought that I would, especially with how we met. If someone had told me last year that I would miss you when you left, I would have laughed in their face. But here I am, after a summer full of stupid cliches, counting down the days until you come back.
I miss us, even though there was never really an us. I hate that you’re 6 hours away and I can’t just call you up so we can see each other. I even miss having to tell people that no, we aren’t together, for the millionth time…even while I wished we were. I miss you and your laugh and your eyes and your smile and your stupid little words that you made up that annoyed the crap out of me.
Each time you tell me you haven’t seen anyone yet, I’ve gotta confess, I’m always a little bit relieved. Even though we might never work, there’s a piece of me that thinks we could. And I want to try. As much as I don’t want to ruin our friendship, I think we could be great. I think we could be worth it, even if only for a while. I miss how we were when we went camping, in the tent. I miss being that close.
Even if we drift apart, you’ll always have my memories.