I realized today that I miss you. I don't have any right to miss you, I know. I was horrible to you. But there it is. I miss you.
You were offering me too much in a time when I could barely handle getting out of bed in the morning. When the idea of anything romantic, even just physical, scared me to death. And instead of talking to you about it, which I know I could have, I cut you off. Deleted you from my phone, my facebook, AIM. I should have just told you that I just needed to be friends a while longer. And maybe... someday, we could have had something.
But I ruined it, didn't I? I stopped talking to you. That was a mistake. You were alw