i miss him. and i hate it. because he probably doesnt miss me at all. if my name ever crosses his mind. im sure it isnt kind. im sure by now he doesnt miss this old fat cow. and it breaks my heart a little. to know he was young but still smitten. i miss him. i miss his conversations. his random facts about punk. his randomness about any thing. at all. i miss him. more then i miss any of the other crushes or boys or men or plays or toys. dan. damnit. whyd you have to belong to another. whyd it have to go all wrong. i miss you for you.