I say I’m done. I say I don’t care. I put on this stupid fake smile, and hope you believe it. We are friends. And yeah that’s cool and all. But I know I will never get you back, which kills me. You ask if I’m okay and I say yes. I just want you to say this once “No, you’re not. What’s wrong?”. I’d be silent and you would grab my face and kiss me, wipe away all the sadness. Just like before. But I guess that’s not happening. But know that I miss you, and I love you, and most importantly. I always will.