There’s so much that’s being left unsaid. I still miss you so. The longing comes in waves. I may be allright one minute; remembering all those useless conversations the next. I sometimes thought I might have been in love with you, but now I know I could never be; I love myself too much. But I did love you, I was never in love. Flawed and jaded and whatnot. I hope that one day I’ll stop missing you. I’m just not sure if I hope it’s because I am finally over this or if it’s because you’re back in my life.