It’s 12:29 am, and I’m sitting in the office of this house I live in. This isn’t me writing to anyone, but I want to say a couple things that have been on my mind. This is directed towards one person, and one person only. I know you’ll never read this, but here is to you.
She's not mine. But I miss her. I miss her company. I miss her manners. Her smile. Her beauty. The way she talks about life. I can't wait to see her again. I miss her sleeping next to me, as her curly hair got in my way. Why do I miss her? I barely even knew her properly. I didn't even think much of it. I just thought it was going to be a regular crush, and then it fades, but we have an issue now. I'm not quite sure what the situation holds. There was lust within, but there wasn't love. It isn't love, because it's too early for love, I don't even know what love is, I'm not even sure if I know how to love.