I miss you. I miss you every day. My head is spinning, tears are welling up in my eyes, and butterflies are flying in my stomach as I’m writing this. Yesterday I spilled my drink all over the table and all over my mother, but not a drop got on me. I thought about how you always teased me for that-always spilling on others and sparing myself. It’s part of being a klutz I guess.
Oh, B, I want you back in my life so badly. I don’t care how long I have to wait for you. I know you will realize we’re perfect for each other one day soon. I need your sarcasm. I need your intelligence. I need your ease of living. I need you back in my life.
You always joke about how you have no heart, no feelings, no passion for humanity. I know you’re wrong. I know how big your heart is and how kind your soul is.
Please don’t forget me. I want to be the one who lifts you up, who pushes you to greatness. I know how much you are destined for, and I want to be the one beside you cheering you on. I want to share your struggles, your pain, your accomplishments, everything.
I love you, B.