I Can Feel Your Breath on My Skin.

I feel like such a.. a.. I don't even know. I miss you. You and all your smiles and giggles and the bad days you'd tell me about. I miss telling you that you didn't need to loose any more weight and that you are the most beautiful person in the whole wide world (and that's because you are). But you're not answering my texts or returning my calls, and I feel like I've done something wrong, have I done something wrong? Please, tell me, love, tell me if I have done anything that I shouldn't have. Maybe I'm just worrying to much, but I'm so completely in love with you, and I know I'm only sixteen and I shouldn't have the slightest clue what love is, but whatever this feel is, that's what I feel for you, my love. My only love.

Today, on this very date, is our eleven months. I love you.