Can't You Love Me Another Day?

I'm angry.
I'm angry that you were my friend.
I told you so much.
You trusted in me.
We shared so many things with one another.
I know you felt what was between us.
Then one day you just decide to blow me off.
Pretend I don't exist.
But I do.

I'm sorry if I acted in a way that told you I didn't want you.
Because I do.

And if you're blowing me off because you don't want a relationship with me; then you're dumb. Because I can be your friend.

Everyone in your life has abandoned you. Left you to fend for yourself. Clean up your own hurt and mend your own scars. No one has really loved you how you should've been loved. But I could.
See.
I see your intelligence. I see the care and kindness. The ambition to be something more than you are but the humbleness to accept the burdens along the way.

I kinda fell for you.

I spend too much time thinking about you.
Everyday I do it.
And they say if you think about something everyday; then you don't throw it away. You keep it. You try to salvage it.

These last few weeks without knowing you has been torture.
I keep wanting to confide in you. To share your space. Feel your appreciation for my thoughts, wants and feelings.



So uh.
Basically....



I miss you.