i think maybe you'll always be someone who takes up a small amount of space in my heart. sometimes i feel like i cannot control how often i think of you - it's like a bad habit i turn to when i remember that we happened once. and so i go looking at pictures of us so i can prove to myself how happy we were. even though we weren't happy, but if you look at a picture of two smiling people long enough you can convince yourself otherwise. you won't talk to me now, we haven't spoken for six months. i've tried reaching out but you never respond. i can't say i blame you, but i think it's just really tragic that you can have such a strong connection with someone and grow to care for them so much in such a short amount of time - and when you don't give them what they want from you, they all of a sudden will never talk to you again. and they don't give you any warning. i can't say i miss you, but i suppose i miss the way i could make you laugh or the way we talked about real things. maybe the silence between us just makes me lonely. i hope you're happier than when i talked to you last.