my dearest [and only] mellieboo,

i can't tell you in words how i feel about you.
and i can't tell you in pictures, either.
i can't tell you anything,
because i never know who i'm talking to.

i fell for you, and i wrote for you.
and i cried for you, too.
sometimes i still think about you.
sometimes i still dream about you.

but mostly, i just miss you.
i miss that smile that made me feel alive again.
the laugh that told me you really weren't happy,
but you were willing to pretend for me.

i don't miss the broken smile,
or the harsh, choppy laughter,
or the see-through stare.
but i do miss you.

it still hurts.
i'm still waiting for you.
good night.