this was as close to khaki as i could get (since they stay on). i miss you, but i can't text you or else it'd be confirming your fears again. i wish i didn't fuck everything up and that it wasn't selfish of me to want us to stay in contact. why can't you just speak your mind? we could've been great. i hope you don't hate me, and that you're happy, or will be. i only want the best for you.