Come back to me.

We met in high school. You transferred into my class and we quickly became friends. We got into a relationship I thought would last forever. I went away for college, we became long distance. It was tough but we made it through. You were my confidant and I was yours. At least, until you pulled away. I helped guide you to where you are now - at your perfect school and in your perfect major. I stood up to your parents for you when they called you fat. We were there for each other through some of the hardest times we experienced. I don't know when you stopped letting me in. Im not sure how I could erase your doubts about us or make you see that we are so good together. I miss you. I can't be just a friend. I can't watch you fall in love with another girl and pretend I'm okay. I can't pretend I'm okay right now. I'm not. I've gotten addicted to talking to psychics because I keep hoping they are right, that you'll come back to me. But I don't know that you will. I miss our good times. Even our bad times. I miss you and me. I miss cuddling and talking late at night, kissing, passionate nights, and even our most boring of days.

I just miss you.

Please.

Come back to me.