I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you. Because I do.

I’m not sure what happened between us. One moment, everything seemed ohkay, the next, I receive awkward smiles, and no eye contact. Now. It’s like nothing. Like we don’t even see each other or know one another existed.

And of course, it bothers the hell out of me. Because I don’t know what happened.

But I see you. And how much you’re smiling with them. And I’m happy. I’m content. Truly, I am. Because I know they can make you 1000000 times happier than I can make. Which is fine by me.

But yeah. I miss you. A lot. The end.