I always think about it. I am not even close to perfect and they are basically there. I mess everything up while they do everything with such grace. Why would they pick me out of everyone they know? It puzzles me sometimes. I am not good enough so that’s why I am always afraid you’d leave me. You leaving me would be one of the worst things that would happen to me.
When you left, it hurts because we were once so close to each other. Now that you stop talking to me, It makes me sad that you’re not there for me to talk too or to hangout with anymore. I wanted to tell that “I miss you” and I hope you’re willing to come back to me someday and starting to get close to each other again. This time I won’t make a mistakes but until then I’ll be waiting for you to come back to me again.