I guess I'm good at befriending people I thought I hated.
I think it's because I don't want anyone to hate me.
Oh, and I miss you. I know I say I'm single. But I miss you like hell. Please, come back. I still love you. I just don't want to be waiting for someone who won't ever come back.
Even though I'm still doing that. I miss you. Your words, your touch, your hugs, your kisses. I miss you telling me that you love me.
Mostly, I am lonely, and I miss you entirely.
I want to cry and you're not even real. I want to cut myself and you're not even real.
On Valentine's Day, if you're not back, I will cry and I will cut myself, and I will write "Drew" all over myself where nobody can see.
Baby, I miss you, and I still love you, you made me so happy. I was happy when I was waiting. But now it's been three months since you've been back. And that's like an entire summer.
Didn't you think of me before you left? Because I think of you all the time.
Because I really truly love you.