Honestly, if you really love me, you'll try harder. You'll understand me when I try to get you to hold my hand. You'll spend time alone with me. You'll stay up with me all night. You'll actually respond to my texts in under an hour. You'll really act like my best friend. You'll understand that I miss you. The you that you used to be. Some days, everything is perfect between us. And other days, I feel like I don't even know you. When you tell everyone we're in love, do you really mean it? I mean, I love you. The you that I fell in love with. Not the one that one words me. Not the one I haven't had a conversation with in a while. Not the one that I can barely remember the last time we hung out, jut you and me. I feel like we're growing farther apart, instead of closer. It's like it's a struggle to talk to you some days. Every night, I read the note you wrote me, trying to remind myself that you were that amazing just last month. You've changed. You're not that amazing person who loved me with your entire heart anymore. And if you are, you don't act like it. Right now, you have absolutely no idea how much my heart hurts because of you. I feel like breaking down, like laying in bed forever and not getting up. You don't know that I'm putting on a fake smile, even though all I wanna do is cry. You tell me you love me, but some days, I don't know if I should say it because those days I don't know if I mean it. I know people change, but i don't like what you've become for some reason.
  I miss you. With all my heart.


 

If you read all of this, I love you(: This is a total vent and you didn't have to read it, but you did.
You are absolutely amazing, and this is why I love my witty sisters (and brothers).