Unsent Messages

Is it strange that I'm still waiting? Not that I really care about the answer. I will wait; I need to. I don't know why but I still think about you. And it pisses me off.

You're such a little bitch, just come back already. Come back so I can finally forget about you. I hate you, to be honest. I hate that I feel so much for you, I hate that I can't stop. I hate that this isn't even your fault, I just feel things when I shouldn't, all too quickly.

I hate most of all that I don't even know when I'll be able to see you again.

I don't know where you are or what you're doing right now, but I wish that you could feel everything that I feel for you to save me the trouble of telling you. But even then, I don't think I can forget you if I do it like that. So I'll tell you. Next time, I'll tell you all about it--everything that I feel for you. For now, I'll just wait.