Dear Nobody...

You became my source of happiness.

My warm coat during a blizzard.

My ray of sunshine in a storm.

My flare gun when I was lost at sea.

My last piece of chicken when I was hungry.

(Is it obvious that I'm running out of comparisons?)

Basically, you became my hope.

Hope that everything was going to be okay.

All that shit that I was going through at the time didn't matter as long as you were there.

You stopped sitting with your friends at lunch and started sitting with me.

(Considering that I sat at lunch by myself like a complete loner, I really appreciated the company.)

I got your phone number and you got mine.

Our worlds entwined and my heart started beating less for me and more for you.

I miss us.

I miss when you went through my song playlist and playfully made fun of me for having more than ten justin bieber songs downloaded.

I miss when we would sit next to each other and you'd always scoot closer to me purposely.

I miss when you took my phone and wouldn't give it back till the end of the day.

(Well, at the time that was kind of aggravating as hell. But now I realize it only made me love you more.)

You became my best friend when I had no one.

You were my hope.

And now I'm stuck thinking if there's still hope for us at all.