It's four am and I am here and
I am typing this. I am going to be an idiot to be the one that
presses send. I know that you won't come back or reply to
this, but I want to say somethings, before it's too late. I
miss the way that you would look at me, the way that you would
grab my face and kiss me, I miss the late night calls where we
would talk about things that made no sense and that would make
me look like I was an idiot. I remember you hugging me and
telling me it was going to be alright when I was sad and alone.
Then you left, and I was left completely in the dark. I
don't know what I did. But you said you didn't love me
anymore. And I guess I have to accept the fact that I will
never have you back. But I am feeling better, and if you look
at me in class, or call my name in the hallway. I won't
look at you or respond to you. You have hurt me in ways that I
can't even begin to explain, but I know that you're no
good for me, or anyone. I am letting you go now. No matter how
much I loved you. I miss you, yeah, but that will change, I
will be stronger and wiser about my next. Don't try to call
me at 3am because you feel bad and you miss me. I don't
love you like I did yesterday.
nmf
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