I miss him. I miss him every day, every hour, every minute and ever
freakin second of my life. Hes on my mind all the time and it kills
me. It kills me to know he doesn't love me. It kills me to know
hes going to look and another girl the same way he used to look at
me. And I want so bad to hold him and to be with him and to have
him kiss me one last time because one horrible day with him was
better than none at all. When someone asks you what the worse thing
ever is, you often hear the answer "death." But when you
rather be dead than be without the person you love you start to
realize that death is not the worst thing ever. And although loving
him while he didn't love me back was more lonley than being
alone, I still continued to love him. And now that hes not here,
hes not missing me, hes not talking to me, I feel empty. I feel
like a party of me is gone and im left with the memories of all the
moments and good times and little things he would say. Im gonna
miss the goodmornings and him always falling asleep on me. Im gonna
miss him. I do miss him.