sometimes i wish i didn't leave you like this all wounded and sad.
i hate seeing you in the hallway.
i hate loving you so much and pretending i don't.
there's only so much i can say or do.
i really miss those days that we would sit on the old bench and shared and ice-cream or walked through the woods.
now i just sit here alone looking through our pictures in my telephone.
those pictures are the only reminders that our love was real.
i remember we used to hold hands and your fingers fit perfectly in mine.
all i see is an empty hand waiting for you.
I'm really sorry, but i miss you.