Kiss me once, well, maybe twice.
I sent you an email that said I missed you. You sent me one back saying "if you want to talk give me a call this is my new number" My heart went pitter patter like a nervous school girl. I was nervous before I opened the email. Afraid that you would tell me to go to hell, or fuck off, or anything things else that could have easily broken my heart. I miss you and I wish I knew weather or not you missed me too. You haven't breathed a single word about being hurt or missing me. Maybe that's just how you play it off. Maybe you just like to keep those feeling to yourself. Or maybe, you don't say anything cause you really just don't care. I don't really think it would be the last because if it was why would you give me your number to call you. I don't know. I am probably just paranoid. I wish more than anything you would just grab me kiss me and tell me you were wrong, that you do want to get married. I know that won't actually happen, but it's a nice little day dream. I don't know what I will do or how I will feel next time I see you. All I know is I miss you and everything that we were.