If I was smart id say I’m over you and really mean it. If I was over you I’d say I hope you’ll be happy with whoever you end up with, but Im not and I wont. I think about you everyday. It’s horrible being like this. It’s depressing to still be in love with you and know that I always will be. I’ve never even come close to being able to replace you with anyone else, and god knows I’ve tried. I’ve filled my days pretending that I don’t think about you anymore, that I don’t care about you anymore. I did that even when things were different, and maybe that’s what went wrong, maybe you felt like I didn’t care, but I did and I do. I fell so deep in love with you that I can never come back up. I miss talking to you, laughing with you, kissing you and being held by you. I wish that I could go back in time to make sure you knew how much I love you. I couldnt wait for your calls at night, I miss that so much. Maybe, one day I’ll get up the courage to talk to you again, try to make things right, because maybe it’s what I didn’t say that made things the way they are. So if you ever happen to read this I want you to know I still love you and I always will.