I won't lie and say I am happy. It hurts. And I'm not too proud to tell you that I cry myself to sleep sometimes knowing that you'll never ever be mine. It pierces my heart whenever I see you or hear you smile, because I know you're pretending to be happy. I feel heartless, but it seems as if you condone whatever that I've done, as you always tell me it was for the best. At that moment, yes, but not now. My heart has a void which no one but you can fill, all the plans we had, how we used to fight and makeup tomorrow morning; the beauty I saw in you; the honest truth of amazing two kids madly in love with one another. I hate to say this, but I hope you open your eyes, and come back because I am missing you