Dear Diary,
I can't stop thinking about him. I miss him so much. Every time I get a text, I find myself hoping it's him. But it's not.
I feel like my head is going to explode with all these constant thoughts about him. There isn't a second in the day I don't think about him.
It hurts when we ignore each other in class, like we're strangers. The thing is, we're not. We're not strangers at all. We're just playing pretend.
I wish we could talk, or even kiss one last time. Or feel the everlasting comfort of my hand in yours, my head in your chest.
Our memories. Us laughing, struggling to breathe and you down in the floor with happy tears coming out of your eyes. Our comfortable, smooth conversations.
And your eyes, your deep ocean blue eyes....
I miss you.
