I miss you. We don’t speak. We aren’t best friends any more. I tell people I hate you after everything that happened. I say that I can’t believe I wasted so much of my time with you. But I miss you. The argument, the things that were said, the arguments that were had the soul ruching self loathing and fear of evrey person in the world that I now have… for some reason that … well it matters but it doesn’t stop me thinking “What if?”. I miss the fun we had. I miss the nights on the boat and the giggling at A&D. I miss everything. I wish I could tell you that. I tried to talk to you but… minimal response. I can’t tell if you hate me or if you’re just as scared as I am. I miss you. I really, really miss you.