I don't miss you anymore. I realized that I hadn't felt the same way about you since last August. Since when was a camping trip three months long? We talked, and it was pointless. Even though I wasn't coming back, we could've been friends. I usually have small crushes, simple ones. For example, I would have a crush by glancing at someone in a hallway. You were different. You shared stuff with me and were someone I could trust. Even when I left, you still talked to me, only because you thought I was coming back. All has changed and now you have a mullet. I don't regret our summer calls, I just wish I got a signal.