I don’t regret a thing. I miss you, but then I don’t. You made me happy. You made me feel important and special, and like I was the only thing that mattered to you. But was that a lie? I’ve heard the rumors about what people have said you said.
I still care about you. More than you could believe. I want to still be wrapped in your arms or our fingers interlaced. But B, it’s so much easier just to tell people you don’t mean anything to me anymore. Colby, Dorothy, and Hanna are the only ones who really know how I feel.
Can you tell? Do you feel it to? When I’m around you, I become so nervous. As I sit in class next to you, I can still feel the way your hand felt on my leg. Or the way we used to talk across the room without talking.
I miss you. But I don’t think we will work out again.
Forever and Always, H<3
PS-I still dream about our kiss. What happened to not having other plans?