It's 5 o'clock in the morning and I am in deep. Reading the texts I sent you last night was hard, I poured my feelings onto your lap and you didn't reply, you pushed all my care for you aside. I am now sitting in my room with the thought of you ever wanting me back rushing through my head. I'm thinking next time (if you ever give me a next time) will be different. We've both grown; physically, emotionally, intellectually. I know that I can't cram all my problems down your throat and expect you to always have the right answers to my stupid questions. I don't know what you ever saw in me but I'm hoping you'll see it again. I can't say I love you, because honestly, I don't know who you are anymore. But I am wishing that someday you will let me back in and allow me to get to know that person underneath your shell of armor.