It's been nearly a year, and it still hurts. It still hurts so much! It hurts to say your name, you still haunt me as persistently as last year. My ghost, my lovely ghost. I cried so hard last night I couldn't breathe. Doubled over and crouching down gasping for air. Why does it hurt me so much? When it's obvious you're fine. You're so much better off now, but I'm not bitter. I want you to be happy, but I want you to miss me. I want to know that I haven't been forgotten, that our friendship meant something to you. But I know how hard you're trying to erase me from your past. And I can't help but miss you.