It's crazy how one person who you've known for really, not all that long at all, barely any time at all, can have such a huge impact on your life. And I know that usually I ignore this pain because God knows I have enough people to miss already.
But, I guess we try to see each other. I dunno, it just doesn't work.
You make me feel safe, and happy, and I love the way you make me think.
I'm scared you don't care, you're really just doing what feels like your duty, indulging this teen who is seriously messed up. Because you're so nice.
You're way too genuine, though. Right?
But whoa, I miss you like anything.