Four Years

Summer

The summer was hell without seeing you.

Though you didn't know it, I thought about you everyday. Every other day, I'd start to send you a message on MySpace, and every time I'd chicken out. You had become my weakness.

You changed me. I used to be an emotional mess, and I changed into some emotionless creature. You were the only thing I could be enthusiastic about.

I was busy thinking about you, and I missed a lot of things. Like having friends, and having fun. It wasn't your fault though. It was my fault for liking you.

It was all my fault.