I know it’s been a few years, 2 years and 6 months to be exact,
and I still miss you.
I think about you every other day.
If not, every day at least for a few seconds…

I still can’t believe we’re not together.

I know I’m to blame.

Even after I broke up with you,
you still made sure that I was okay.
That’s the type of person you are, genuine and caring.
I still think about how stupid I was to let you go.

You were the world to me and I was too dumb and young to see it.

Not to sound too cliche, but you were the one that got away.

I’ll never find anyone to replace you, and I don’t say that to sound dramatic or anything , but simply because your kind is a dying breed.

Sometimes I just sit and reminisce in our little arguments about who loved who more.
And I guess in the end we got our answer.

I reminisce in our drawing game battles and our movie dates.
I miss those.
Maybe I sound crazy, but I swear sometimes I can still hear your smile when you talk and your contagious laugh.

Sometimes I day dream and see you smiling right back at me.
Like you see me too.
I wonder if you ever think about me as much as I think about you.
I know it’s been over two years, but I still can’t get over you..