It has been a few weeks. I'm not sure what I did. I haven't talked to him either. I miss him.
Holy crap.
I actually miss him.
I sighed and picked up my phone. My fingers brushed against my phone as I sighed again.
My head pounded
It hurts barely looking at him.
His picture hurts me.
Why did I care so much.
My chest felt like it hurted.
Like someone just ripped my heart out.
I sighed and continued to look as his picture before texting him.
Hey. I miss you. We haven't talked in a while.
You're probably busy but call me if you have the time.
That was all I texted him.
That is how I said I love you.
I love him
