I miss you. It might sound weird, but I really do. You somehow stopped to even look at me after you said hi to me. I don't know how, but I must have hurt you. It would have been a miracle if you kept talking to me anyways. I see you walking with your friends everyday. I want to talk to you, but at the same time I wish we had never met, because then I wouldn't feel like this. Then I wouldn't have to fight the tears that come up everytime I see you, laughing, studying or basically everything else you do. Then I wouldn't overthink at night. Then I wouldn't have fallen again. The feeling is getting worse with the days passing by. The thoughts are coming back. My old habits are coming back. Well old isn't exactly the right word to use, my habits from like a month ago. This last month, I really was starting to get less sad again, but then you broke my heart, and everything else with it. You did it so easily, as if you were planning on doing this since the first time you looked at me. I should've trusted my mind instead of my heart, because everytime I do otherwise it breaks, and there will be a day my heart just can't take that one last crack.