I can never tell you how I feel about you… you wouldn’t understand, I don’t think. When we first started fooling around, it was supposed to be just for fun, but… you tripped me. You made me like you, with your blue, ice blue eyes, and the way you’d laugh, and your games of rock-paper-scissors (ro-sham-bo, as you called it). And I gave myself up to you. Does that mean anything?
Remember how I’d call you nearly every night, and we’d talk for three hours sometimes, about the most random things? I miss that… I miss everything, even though I KNOW you’re no good for me. Look at what you did! You hurt me. Broke my trust (and my heart).
C, I LOVE you. I never let myself think it, but it’s true, and I HAVE to admit it. I love you, for some stupid, unclear reason. Won’t you at least call me back? Please? I remember the last time I saw you – when you came to give my necklace back. It took everything I had to not cry… at least, not until I got inside. I still cry… Maybe some day, I will tell you… just maybe. Until then, the most I can hope for is for you to call, or for me to forget. I love you, I miss you, I still want you…