Simply put, I miss you.

I'm not going to be poetic or creative. I'm not going to be artistic or interesting. Because it's so hard for me to even think about anything that's not you. And I know I'm back at the top off the "cliff", and that I've climbed back up hear and used all that effort just to drag myself upright again. But that doesn't mean that I'm not still in love with you. It doesn't mean I don't still dream about your face or think about you. It doesn't mean that I don't jump when people say your name. It doesn't mean that I don't want to scream when people ask me about you. It doesn't mean that I don't still feel like there are pieces of me lost in the corner of math class where you're sitting. And I find it so pathetic how listening to only a couple of songs about missing someone completely broke me down. But it's so UNFAIR. I thought you were my friend. And maybe it's all my fault. Maybe I should never have changed. Maybe if I had stayed that painfully shy timid girl around you this would never have happened. Maybe that would've kept you saying "Hi," to me in the halls. I really really really really really really miss you. Tomorrow is your birthday. But I've already given you everything I had, and you didn't like it.