you’re still the prettiest person i know and i still dream of you. granted you probably want nothing to do with me, and have moved on being strong and independent, i guess i did too, but i miss you. i mean it wouldn’t kill to start a conversation again? well i don’t know what’s up, maybe it’s been tough for you too. I dunno, i hope we could talk someday soon. I miss you, not the same way as before, but i do madam.
where i can’t stop thinking about her. and everything we did, where the good things outdo the bad, and i don’t just miss what we did, it’s her. and i feel stupid, somehow, i wish i could go back in time and re-do things. I remember walking with her into Ted’s, and now every time i sit in that seat all i think about is when we did, i was at school, and everytime i see any teacher i remember avoiding them with her, and going to yearbook with her just to see her, everytime i look at a certificate it reminds me of her, i remember where she sat, i remember her number 25. I remembered our dates. there’s so much. but now, i don’t know hwo she thinks of me anymore, and, well. I guess i found my new love is sleep. Because in my dreams, are the only place i can see her face, and hear her voice anymore. No matter what i’ll do, i’ll still have feelings for you. I don’t know a thing when it comes to her anymore, but whatever happens i hope she has the best.