I miss you. I can’t state it any better than I miss you. I wish kissing in the rain, I miss cuddling, I miss your nickname for me, I miss catching fireflies, I miss being called “My Girl”, I miss being your lucky charm. I miss the way you’d always find a way to make me feel better. I cheated on you with your best friend. I lied to you, more than you could imagine. That is why, I am guilty. This whole thing? It’s my fault. If I could go back, I’d prove to you that you mean more than anything. But then again, after all I put you through I wouldn’t want to come back to me either. I am sorry. And, I miss you.
With love, (not by choice)
Desperate for you.