there are a thousand things i want to say to you right now. right here. this very minute.

the fact that i miss you. the fact that i miss you. the fact that i miss you.

it doesn't go away. i thought it would get easier. i thought it would get better when i treated you like a friend. but the pain just spreads in a new and different way. and i hate it. i absolutely hate how i have to sit next to you and pretend that i'm fine. i hate how i've stooped so low to use other guys to make you jealous. i hate how i foresee us never talking again cuz... there .. would be nothing left to talk about.

i hate how i miss you.