10:34 AM
I miss you.
It's weird that I keep dreaming about you.
I keep trying to find out why you like it better this way. Why you prefer that you are just another senior who knows me and occasionally gives me a smile or a hug.
I'm having a hard time understanding if last summer was just you using me to forget about her. She was dating your best friend, so therefore, you used me as a distraction. Or something to try to make her jealous.
Or maybe because I hurt you...
I don't know.
I do miss you a lot.
When I see you I just want to sit down and talk to you for ages.
But I can't.
I don't know.
You won't see this.
I don't know anything right now.
i think he really liked you. i 'm not sure.