dear you,

i was so determined never to write about you, so so determined. Only three months yet 1 one year and 4 months later i cant stop.

i know i am making a fool out of myself again and again. why do you have to say things like- ' i thought you meant we were gonna watch it together' or 'you don't have time to meet me now' or 'i would never hide about you, i never did i always told, anyone who would ask'. why do you have to put me through this? don't you know the immense control it takes for me to not ask you 'why didn't we work?' or that 'we fit so perfectly then why?' or 'do you miss me?'

do you though? miss me that is? i think you do, i feel it in your eagerness to talk to me but i also know you don't miss me because you have feelings for me, you just miss the friend i was to you, you miss the love i gave you, you miss the comfort and security i gave you. and i am glad to have been given them to you, i'd give them to you again if you asked. its just that, it hurts you know, it hurts too bad, i almost can't breathe. i almost can't breathe.

yours truly.