Every time something happens, good or bad, you’re first person I want to tell. I think a lot about you when I lie awake in bed. Or when I’m going through my drawers and find your old sweatshirt. I think about you all the time. I can’t tell you this, because I know it’s over. I know we’ve both been hurt. It’ll never be the same. But I can’t help if you’re ever thinking about me? Who do you call now when you just placed 1st at your cross country meet? Who do you talk to when your up sick and don’t want to be alone? I don’t know what to do. I feel like a part of me is missing. Everyone tells me this normal. Everyone tells me I’ll move on and find someone better. And I’m sure they’re right… but what if they aren’t? What if we were meant for each other and if we had just kept fighting we could have made it? Maybe it wasn’t the right timing? Maybe timing is everything? Maybe I’m just another stupid girl who can’t get over her ex. Either way, I do miss you and wish I wasn’t forced to cut you out of my life…. Love you forever but longer.