It would be nice to see you again,
but I don't miss you at all.
I missed you enough when you were right in front of me. So I guess I've run out of those feelings.
I thought of you at the beginning, because the feeling was similar to the one that you gave me. I wanted to call you, but when I sank into the grass I remembered that I don't have anything left to say to you.
All those nights I fell asleep thinking about you, I never once dreamed of you. It wasn't until later that you finally invaded my sleeping mind.
I like your pictures, you look like you are starting to smile with your eyes.