It’s like I don’t know why we just stopped talking one day, like for no apparent reason we just stopped. I never really thought about why it’s like this. But I really wish it wasn’t. And pathetically I wait all the time for the day your going to just pop up and say that you miss talking to me, and that you have no idea why we stopped. I always think that you were just embarresed that were friends. Or that maybe you found out that I had feelings and it scared you. Or maybe I just wasn’t worth the conversation anymore. I can’t understand it and I can’t keep trying to figure it out. But I will. And I’m always going to. Untill the day you pop up and say ” I miss you “
