
I still think of you. I'm not torn up over you, but I do still think of you. I miss how we talked, how the site of your name lighting up my phone made me grin. I miss how you wanted to be cute for me. I miss the way I was when you were in my life. I miss the way we flirted. I miss all the things you said. Sometimes I hope that when I check my phone there will be a message from you. Sometimes I hope that you will all of a sudden chase after me like you did before. I know you won't because you have her but that doesn't mean I still don't wish and hope for you to come back. I wish I could've had a taste of what I wanted. I didn't need to have you, I just wanted a taste, to know if what I thought of you, how I felt about you was true. One night with you and I would've been satisfied. I wouldn't have asked for anything more, just one night would have been enough. But I didn't get what I fought for. I may never get it. But it's ok, I've moved on. I hope you miss me. I hope you still feel the same about me. I hope that you know that one night with me would've been better than four months with her.

