I
don't miss you. To say I miss you would be an understatement.
I'm still completely, irrevocably, in love with you. I'm
in love with the way you make me feel. The way you make me laugh
in class. The way you make me smile just from walking by. The way
you steal my food (you're the only one who gets away with
that, by the way). The way my heart skipped a beat when you asked
to take a picture with me. Everything makes me think of you and
our memories, and how badly I miss everything. I miss the way
we'd say "I love you" whenever we wanted to because
it was the truth. The way we could randomly throw in
"cutie" in our texts without it being weird. The way
the whole grade knew about us. I want you, and I want every
person to feel the way I do when I see someone else talking to
you.
