IRC-Galleria

I miss the way you smile, the way your eyes glitter.
I miss the sound of your voice, the warmth of your hands, your heavy breathing while you sleep.
I miss the way you talk,
how you one minute can be totally cut off from the world and the next be so full of love.
I miss the.. I miss almost everything.

But I need to hate you, I can't stand it anymore.
The way you treat me, igorance.
I hate the way you first say that you miss me just to make me belive that I actually could snag a hour or two out of your new life to see the guy who became my best friend.
Just to ignore me, if you just don't want to see me, say it, it hurts less then the slow stabbing that you do.
I know I'm not as beautiful as the girls you hang with, and probably not as fun as the guys.
But I thought that I still matter in some strange way, sorry, my mistake.