I miss you being there for me, your friendship, your hugs, your voice. Please read this. Please call me. Please acknowledge my existence. It’s really hard pretending I don’t give a shit. I do. I even give two shits. Maybe even three. That’s how much I miss you.
I know you probably don’t care and that’s cool. I’ve already begun to accept that.
I suppose this is pointless.
Just know that your on my mind and I still care. I love you.