Today you walked by —
Like a star so bright, your smile so blinding —
And you were laughing with your friends
(well, our friends, but I guess...)
When our eyes met.
It hurts.
I'll be honest.
I still write letters in my head to you every day —
Every night! But you don't respond —
And why would you?
It seems absurd that I still want you.
I wish you well, even after (all that hurt).
Our eyes meet, and you turn away.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry we couldn't work out.
(i miss you.)
