I really really miss you, N. Please come back. I know you liked me and I don’t care, I don’t need space, I don’t need time, I need you to come back. In truth, I have things I wish I had told you before you stopped talking to me, and I feel like if I’d told you maybe you would still be here. Maybe we would still talk every day, all the time. But now every time I look at you I see what we used to be and I really want you to come back and be my best friend again. You were the only person I ever told anything. The only person I felt like I could really talk to, and you left me. You talk to me like I mean nothing to you… and I don’t think you realize how much you actually mean to me.
