I still think about you...every day.
I miss you, even though I know I shouldn't. Any theories about that? Why are you still on my mind after all this time? I don't want to miss you, but I can't get you out of my head. There must be a reason for that.
I miss our conversations until 2 AM, and the way you always beat around the bush and make me work to figure out what you mean. I miss your constantly tapping fingers and your witty comebacks. I miss the questions that have nothing to do with our conversation but everything to do with us. I miss your smile and the way it makes me feel.
I didn't think I could miss you like this, but let me tell you, babe. I do. I wish I knew what went wrong. Although I doubt it would be useful at all. It might only make me feel worse, but at least there would be no confusion.
My heart still jumps when I get a text message. My memories of your smile are just as vivid as the last day I saw you. Your name still causes a flutter of butterflies.
I could sit here and tell you that you never cross my mind. But that would be a lie. I could tell you that it won't even matter in a few years but I'm always going to remember you.
One of these days, I'll find a way to move on. I'll wake up one day and you won't be the first thing on my mind. I'll be able to listen to any music I want and not remember something you said. I'll be able to think of our time as friends with a smile on my face.
Because you really did make me happy. Happier than you know. It didn't last, but it was nice while it lasted. And I just wanted to say thank you.
P.S. I miss you.
Written a couple weeks ago. I still cry about it, but it's whatever. I'm a big girl, I'll get over it one day.
