I cant keep my hands from shaking when I write about you. I get nervous, and I stutter when I speak to you. I'm always scared that we're drifting miles apart, and what ***** me up most is knowing that neither of us want the distance. I think I miss you more clearly when I write about you. I keep listening to the songs that you gave me too. you look so cute in your smile. I know that sounded weird. I'm sorry. The truth is I get a very honest tug at the corners of my lips when I see you. I know that what I'm about to say will sound sad and pathetic, but I practically live for the hug you give me at the end of the day. I'm sorry. You'll probably never read this anyway. I just really hope that tonight goes well.
I found this in my note book a couple days ago and it was dated 3/15.