I miss her.
I don’t know why.
And I don’t think she misses me.

But I miss her smile.
I miss her cute nerves.
I miss her beautiful starry eyes.

I don’t remember her much.
I always loved her intensity towards her passion.
It’s always what pulled me.

But I don’t think I’ll be more than a friend.
I wish it could be more, just a bit more.
I don’t think she misses me.

It’s only been two weeks.