The Beauty of a Cracked Mirror

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Just because we don't speak anymore, doesn't mean I forgot about you. It doesn't mean I still miss you. Truth is, I can't got 10 minutes without you popping into my head. I want to check up on you... to see how you're doing, but  but everytime I get the urge to I seize to remember that you don't want me to. Because that's not my place to see how you're doing, if you're okay, if you miss me back... I hits me that you don't want me in your life, hence why I'm no longer apart of you and your life. But even though we're not on speaking terms and you have probably moved on, I just want you to know I'm still here. I'll still lend you my shoulders and ears. I don't care what time it is, what I'm doing. Don't hesitate because half of the time, I wish I was talking to you. I just miss you being my best friend. I miss you in general...