I can't believe you still aren't ******* back yet.  And I really can't believe all these random girls are more up to date in your life than I am, when 2 weeks ago they were never in the picture.  Two weeks ago we were laying in bed smiling.  Today, you won't text me back or say "I love you too."  You say it's not about them and quite honestly, I somewhat believe you.  I believe they are good distractions and I believe you use them as such.  A pretty face can sure solve a lot- almost all but a broken heart.  And, God, I sure wish I didn't feel so lonely because I understand why you need to be distracted.  I wish I could be, too.  But attention means nothing, if not from you. And I've found that every time I try to think of dating in the future, I now have all this criteria that needs to be met.  Dark curly hair.  Tattoos, everywhere.  Guitar player. Recon Marine.  Thinks the way I gasp at everything is cute and not annoying. Always holds my hand.  Always makes me feel at home.  Not afraid to tell me when to pump the brakes.  The list goes on and on, but I think my point is clear.  You see, even now, it's still only you.  And if there is ever a time I will not crave you, it would be now.  In a room full of attractive men, my eyes would not wander off of you.  Forever swooning.  Just as I continuously promised.  My love, they say to trust your gut.  And my gut is clinging to your every word, promising you will come back.