& I'm just a girl.

You.

This may or may not sound absolutely crazy, but I don't miss people easily. I used to, I mean I had a reason to I guess.

But now, now I don't. I'm used to people leaving I guess. There's just never been a reason for them to stay. And normally it doesn't bother me, I know we all move on at one point or another. We all go off to college and onto different careers and we grow up. And we grow apart.

The thought of it normally doesn't affect me you know? Almost like as long as the memories are sweeter than candy the worst that looking back on them will do is leave them bittersweet.

But you. You are completely different.

I can't help but feel this overpowering sense of sadness. Of despair, and pain. The thought of you leaving is just this crazy thought and it's almost funny in a sadistic kind of way. I find one thing, one person who I don't want to leave with my entirety, and just like the rest, I know you will.

It's only a matter of time I've learned. There's the empty promises and there's you. And there is nobody that's made me feel this way. You bring out the best in me and I honestly don't think anybody, including me, has ever done that. You make everything better. And I've never been more certain of anything in my life. I've never been more certain than how certain I am of you.

I have no other way to describe my emotions around you as anything other then a high. A high that is better than any drug, or candy. And I love it. I'm addicted to you. You can just look at me and I turn into a puddle of giggles and happy. How? How do you have this effect on me? I was so careful, I had my walls built so high. But somehow you brought them down. Somehow you completely surpassed any border I had and now you live in my heart. You're camped there like it's always been your home and I can't tell you to leave; but in all honesty I don't want you to.

You are the butterflies in my belly, and you are the smile on my face, and you are the giggles that surpass my lips, and you are why I love goodnight, and you are why I love morning more. You are just you. And you're still here. But maybe you won't always be.

So I'll tell you now.

I miss you.

P.S. No matter what I say I really don't want you to go.

P.P.S Don't go.