So, here I
am.
I miss you. I need you. I love you. I hate you. I really really
miss you. A lot, really.
I miss you more than I thought I would. So, we don't talk for
weeks and now I
see that you are only ever going to talk to me when you need
something. I
also see that I shouldn't have pushed you away and that
because I did, we
won't ever be the same. I'm just so sorry.
