Look, I miss you. I really do. I want to talk to you, but I can’t. I don’t want to get hurt again. I mean, look at how we used to be compared to how we are now. Things are so much more different. We don’t even talk anymore. Things aren’t the same. They’ll never be the same again. It hurts, thinking about what we had and how we lost it. I miss how we used to talk24/7 and how I could tell you anything and everything and you wouldn’t judge me. I miss everything.
Most of all… I miss you.
