Missing you.

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I don't think you know how much I loved playing MS with you, or playing your Gameboy, or sharing a fucking desk with you. I loved the times you teased me, and all the times I tried to get you to shut up. I loved the times when you said you wanted to be asian, and when you said you wanted to marry an asian. I absolutely loved when you said I was your friend. And believe it or not, I loved the times that people thought that we liked each other. No matter how much I acted like you annoyed me, I actually loved it. I loved our fucking friendship.

You don't know that I wished and wished that you would dump her, because I just felt so heartbroken. I thought that after you broke up with her, you'd come and talk to me, because you dumped her because of me. But you never did. It just left me feeling more empty.

Last year, everyone saw it. Don't fucking deny it. Everyone saw us being happy together, and even I could see it. I. Didn't. Care. I loved it. I miss how they thought that we liked each other.

I hope you know that I'd rather be with you than them. I AM happy with them, but I just know I'd be happier with you, even after what you're doing to me. I think that we'd be perfect together, as a couple or as friends.

And I'm trying. Everytime I wave to you, or say hi, or fucking look at you, I'm hoping you'll come over and talk to me.

I mean, how can you just decide to ignore me after the friendship that we had? Did I mean absolutely nothing to you? You meant so much to me; actually, you still do. You were a really great friend, and I loved our friedship. Why did you throw it all away?