I wonder if you think of me as much as i think of you. i wonder if the self control i have against texting you just to see how you are matches any thought you might have of me. i mean how easy could it be to love me and leave me and never want to talk to me?. and yeah we’ve both moved on but sometimes i miss you. just talking to you. you were so much to me. for almost three years my nights were consumed with talking to you. you were all i knew and all i loved and all i was but now, i dont even know you at all. i understand that love comes and goes but i miss my best-friend the most. i just hope you’re okay. you will always be important to me.