As I’m writing this I’m staring at your name on my buddy list (pathetic i know) contemplating about whether or not I should even say hi. Just to let you know that you are on my mind. A lot more than I wish you were. I can honestly say there is not 10 minutes that go by when I don’t think about you or think about us and what we had.
I’m going to be 100% honest here. I wanted to do it. I promise you. I was just scared and nervous. I didn’t know what to do. Every day I go over it in my head, and dream about what could’ve happened and how things could be different if I had. For all I know we could still be together right now. I could be in your arms at this very moment. I sincerely wish i was. I fucking miss you. It’s the little things. The gentle kisses on my forehead. Your soft lips on my neck. Even the way you say my name. I don’t know what to do with myself anymore.
I don’t even know how things ended. All I think about now is how you feel with her. Is it the same thing? Is it better? It kills me to see you with her. No one knows how I feel about you so I have to fucking sit through people talking about you two. I don’t know how much more I can take. I just want to at least talk to you about it. Let you know how I feel. How much i fucking care about you. I miss you. I miss us.