How Things Are...

I'm not writing this to change anything. I just don't want you to say that I didn't tell you. I miss you. I miss you so much that it physically hurts. Nothing feels okay anymore. I feel like we have nothing that's ours anymore. There's no consistency in our relationship. There's so much that I miss, and I just feel like I'm drowning in hopelessness and hurt. It's the kind of hurt that doesn't go away. You're important, and you matter. Why do you think I've written you 1,000 fucking letters telling you that? Because you are, and you do! I know you don't have time for me anymore, and it seems like my significance in your life dwindles by the day. I guess there's nothing I can do except accept it. Well, I love you, and I miss you. More than you can imagine. You're still my best friend.