Unsent Messages

it’s been two years. two fucking years and i still think about you. i think about you nearly every single day. i think about the first conversation we had about water. it sounds stupid, but i knew after that conversation that you were the one for me. i think about the times you’d tease me and we’d laugh when we weren’t supposed to. i think about the way i felt when i looked into your eyes. i don’t think i’ll ever get that feeling again. and lastly, i still think about how i might’ve fallen in love with you. how i think i fell in love with someone so stupid, who makes dumb decisions, and believes in untrue things. even though you’d never want to see me again if you knew my secret, i still miss you. every single day. i look for you in every room. i look for your personality in every person i meet. i wish i could have you back. i want every piece of you. and i’d give you every piece of me, even if it meant changing myself to do so. i still have dreams about you. if you were to come back to me, though it would be a miracle, i believe you would save me. you are the one for me, although i am not the one for you. i don’t mind if you don’t care about me in the slightest bit anymore. i’d do anything for you. i just wish i could tell you that.