i miss you a lot, you know.
the other day when we intersected (haha) in the cafeteria, and somehow i ran into your arms and we hugged and hugged and hugged and we talked and hugged some more, i felt really fucking complete, and a hell of a lot better.
i'm not sure if i ever got over you leaving me, because you did, but i've come to live with it.
i'm not sure why all of this ever happened, but it did, and it doesn't exactly make me happy, and i know i've told you all of this.
you basically shrug it off, and let it slide, and i'm afraid. i'm afraid that it's just another one of those things and we were never best friends like you said.
i don't know anymore, and i never know anymore.
i've got nothing.
and it sucks.