“Perhaps the saddest thing of all, Is that I think of you all the time, I think about your face, and your smile, I think about how your hair has gotten longer now, and how it would feel to run my fingers through it, I think about how nice it would have been, to meet your friends, and see your room, and what it would have been like to see you when you just woke up. I think about the future we could have had, and the dreams that never came to be, But most of all, I think about how you don’t think about me at all, not even a little.”

“Perhaps the saddest thing is, From time to time I still think about calling you, about telling you how much I miss you, and how often I think of you. But I never do, because I remember that we stopped speaking for a reason”