I hope one day it hits you. I hope on a Sunday afternoon, you sit on your bed, stare at a wall and forget to feel. I hope how I kept breaking down to the sound of your name and how I couldn't go ten minutes in a conversation without bringing you up, finally registers with just how much I cared about you and and how much I wanted it to work. I hope you sit there for hours thinking about calling me, wondering what I'm doing. I hope you see me in school walking down the halls not looking at you because I realized at some point you were never going to be looking back. I hope you try and talk to me and I speak to you as if you are the world again. I hope it tears you up inside how you can see my eyes still bright up like that. I hope I have the strength not to go back to you, but oh my God, I hope you come back to me.