Letters to the Ones I've Loved

05

I'm always wondering, who should I talk to? Will they even answer me? It sucks cause I know the only person I actually want to talk to is you. But I know you won't answer, love. I know it's stupid of me to not even bother to try, but if I should have to try what's the point if you don't as well. So as I go on about my day, my thoughts still wandering to you even though they shouldn't, I think about you. All the damn time. It's all I ever do anymore and I wonder how I even felt before you. Did I laugh more? How did I look before I met you? Will I ever get over you without ripping my heart out in the process? The stars that sat in your eyes, I'm pretty sure they were stolen from mine. The way you looked at me back then, well, I just hoping you're in as much pain as I am. So as I walk through the halls of my school, down the streets of vast cities, and even when I'm at home laying in bed, and even sitting down drinking a cup of tea, I'm just wondering, do you think of me?