I've missed you for so long. It's lonely, here. I miss your voice, and your laugh and your stupid remarks. I miss how you said you love me, and how you always called me on important days. I miss knowing there was someone thinking about me. I miss your friendship so much.
Every time I talk to you, I get depressed the second I hang up the phone, because I know it will probably be months until I feel the way I feel when i'm talking to you, again. I love talking to you. I love making fun of you, and you making fun of me. I love the history. I love that we can talk about nothing, and it can still be something.
I know it's ridiculous of me to get the way I do. I mean when does over really mean over, right? Ages ago. But i'm not over it. I hate that. I hate that I love you. I hate that I think about you. I hate that I miss you. I hate all of those things.
You don't believe me when I say I was thinking of you, but I am. I always think of you. On your birthday, Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, Fridays...haha. I think about you all the time. It's crazy, I know.
The thing is...I think you're supposed to be in my life...not in a creepy way or anything. That's why we go months without talking. I just feel like...we'll be lifelong friends, if nothing more. I think about that, a lot too.
So I guess what i'm saying is that i'm sorry for not calling you on your birthday, and I promise I was thinking of you, and I miss you every second of every day, and i'll always love you.
I will. It's a curse. I'm pathetic.