I know you'll never know, but there are times when I miss you so very much. I think about all we had, and all we could have had. It makes me so sad sometimes I don't know what to do. I like to think that I've moved on and most of the time I have, but from time to time I look back and and just relapse. I hate myself for it, but I can't help it. I wish we could still talk how we used to, just the two of us for hours at a time, just talking about whatever came to our minds. I know I can probably never have that with you again, but I hope someday we can at least be friends again.
Dear _______,
I miss talking to you. I know I didn't get much of a chance to know you, and I know I wasn't really that close to you. But I feel like us talking helped you though hard times. I want to keep doing that, but I feel like you don't want me in your life anymore. I'm scared to say anything as the past couple of times I've tried to say anything to you I've gotten the cold shoulder. Oh well I guess, I'm used to this kind of thing by now.
