I don't understand,
I still think about you every ******* day.
I lay in bed,
Wishing I could be by your side, wishing I could go back to the times we had.
Even the stupid arguments because at least I still had you then.
Now I have nothing but a couple notes,
out of the hundreds we exchanged,
and maybe a couple pictures,
deleting most because I can't stand to look at them,
But mostly its all in my head,
the memories.

Thinking of you just hurts.
I wish you would come to my door and apologize and kiss me hard.
But that's insane to even think that could be possible.
I miss you so ******* much.
I miss our kisses,
and our naps,
and our cuddles,
and our snow fights,
and ******* sitting next to you while you played your stupid computer games because you still acknowledged me and you'd kiss me.

I want your skin on my skin.
I want to stare into your eyes and see that sparkle you used to get when you saw me.

I love you so much.
I can feel my heart breaking.
I hope you can feel it too.