a part of me still thinks you're an idiot but then again, i guess i'm just as much of one as you. i guess i'm just sorry for messing this - us - up somewhere along the way. i still find myself feeling a little lightheaded when i imagine what you could have told me if i managed to catch your e-mail. there are so many possibilities but hey, maybe ignorance is bliss. i still check on you once in a while, obviously. a slight hope that maybe, just maybe you'd come back. no false hopes. okay, maybe just a little. i would love to clear the air, although. it'd be a damn lie if i say that i don't miss you because well, i do. quite a lot. i've moved on or at least i think i have. i sound awfully contradicting, don't i? ha, oh well. i really don't know why i'm still typing, not as if you'd see this.
either way, wherever you are or whoever you're with. i hope that you're as happy as you can be, as it always should be.
you'll always be in my heart, my good ol' silly lil lovebug.