ofelia

I miss you.
It simple.
I miss you but some how I cant seam to tell you. I guess Im afraid that you dont miss me. Or perhaps its my fear that if you do we will just end up barking the others hart. I find my self wondering if I will ever tell you and if you would ever answer me. I guess I dont need you in my life Im really good, but I guess maybe it could be beater if you where here.

But I dont think I will tell you. I dont want the rejection or the pain. People are better at a distends where they dont have access to your hart. And it will never be like thus days. Like hung over Sunday mornings talking about boys and smoking cigarettes. Never like Wednesdays drinking coffee and getting angry at are mothers.

But I miss you and I love you.