For real. I say that in a nonsarcastic way (unlike Jacob).
(Side Note: This title is part of a chapter title in Stephenie Meyer's Breaking Dawn. As in, not mine.We clear? Good.)
I'm not going to lie. Not to you. It hurts. It hurts even worse than it did last night, which was pretty bad. A secret that isn't so secret anymore: I cried myself to sleep last night. It took until 12:15 a.m. for me to get to sleep. That being said, I was hardly functional today. But I wasn't focused on that. I was (and am) focused on missing you. I miss you even more than I did when I finally got myself to sleep. So I'm writing now just so you know how much you affect me. So, that said, I cannot wait to talk to you tonight. I was even more pissed off than usual at the happy couples in school because WE weren't one of them. Every time they kissed, I swear, I swear that my eye twitched.
Take everything I have. It's yours.
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