I don’t know why I’m doing this to myself.
I’m writing an assignment that requires me to re-live all my memories of you that I had stored so safely away for all these years. With every paragraph I write I continuously hope that you’ll call me out of the blue and tell me that you miss me like you used to.
But it’s been too long for that, I know this. Deep down somewhere in the depths of my common sense I know this.
I miss you so much. XOXO