I miss you.

I missed you. I am truly sorry that I haven't written to you in a long time.

But hopefully you will forgive me. Thanks.

That's one side of the "I miss you." This is the other part.

"One day I lost a friend of mine.

He was very dear to me.

He went and got a girlfriend,

forgetting me you see.

I cry inside when I think of him.

Because he's no longer there.

I wish I knew what I could do

to make start to care.

I now talk to him everyday.

At any place. In any way.

But still, it's not as it used to be.

When there was him, and there was me."

This is a poem I wrote today especially for this blog. Mainly because it shares my feelings but not all the way. It's truly and awfully horrible when you feel that you have a friendship that's slowly sailing away. Mine didn't get a girlfriend however, just a really really really good friend. That's a girl. He seems to have forgotten that I am still around. We say "Hi" to each other in the halls, (if we see each other) but I miss the realtionship we had last year.

When I see him with her, (again, she's just a really good friend of his...) It makes me sad. Totally happy that he found someone to talk to and love forever but still... I really feel like he doesn't notice me anymore. I don't get a hug everyday anymore. This school year I've had one almost two actual conversations with him. But it only lasted for 2 minutes. If that. He doesn't message me on facebook anymore.. We don't text. It depresses me.

I talked with my sister and said, "What should I do?" She says, "Talk."

Ha. Talk? With you? With my bestie? With him? She says, "With him."

1. I used to like him.

2. We barely talk anymore.

3. And when we do talk, I don't know what to say.

I feel like a bumbling, blushing red-headed fool. Because there are feelings for him there somewhere...but not that kind you know? I still blush when I talk to him because I missed talking to him and now I'm talking to him and I don't know what to say and it's just confusing that out of the blue he says "Hi" or "How did this thing go". Sometimes I see him in the hall, and I'm too afraid to say yell his name like I used to.

Things have changed over the summer. No text. No talk. No message. No hug. No party.

*Sigh*