Sometimes I just want to talk to you but talking to you requires more courage than I have in me. Sometimes I bundle a blanket together and pretend that my head is on your chest, and I think hard enough I can still smell your scent and feel your arm around me. When I cry over you I pretend you’re wiping away my tears and not me. I’ve never had so many butterflies in my stomach at once that they lifted me off the ground but the first date I felt them start to flutter and by the second I was 9 feet off the ground. I didn’t know how close we would become. I believed I’d met the perfect guy, and I had. You’re perfect to me. Everything about you attracted me to you. One day, someday, probably not soon, I’ll tell you the night you left my house I didn’t want to let go. After you left I died. After you left I knew that the person walking out of my front door didn’t love me like I loved him. The person who walked out that door promised to keep in touch with me but didn’t. I know you don’t think about me everyday. I know you don’t see me in your dreams. I know you don’t avoid certain places because they’ll bring back memories of times we spent together. I know you cry yourself to sleep at night because you miss me so goddamn bad. But I do all of those things. Without a doubt I know at some point tomorrow you’ll pop into my head. I know that. And 8 out of 10 dreams somehow involve you. For the longest time I avoided the pet store and Waffle House. I still i find myself crying my little heart out over you. Over someone who treated me like I should be treated. Over someone who showed me I could trust someone and open up. Over someone how broke down my walls. And over someone who saved me from myself. The words “I’m in LOVE with you” cannot even begin to express the way I feel about you.