I've realized that I'm not a part of your life anymore. Things between us aren't the same, and they weren't even before I moved. But that's my fault, not yours. And now I see pictures of you and your separate life. We used to be togeter all the time, and now we're lucky to talk a couple times a week. I should have tried harder with you while I still had the chance. While I was still living intown. But I didn't, and I'm sorry. I see pictures of you and Alaina, and you seem happy in them. Just like you were in all the pictures with me. You seem okay. Like you're okay without me. And I know it's probably not true... and I know you say she hasn't "replaced" me... but even so, she gets that part of you that I used to have. And I hate that, because I miss you. I miss us. I guess I just want to make sure you know that.