Notebook of a Hell-Trapped Girl

Dear You,
I miss you like never before. I used to think that going a few hours without hearing from you was torture--ha. That was before I went a week without hearing from you.
Pretty much everything reminds me of you. I beg my brain for mercy because it breaks my heart to miss you when I have no way to fix it for another few days.
Do you miss me?
Do you think about me?
Do you have any regrets?
I regret pushing you. I regret rushing things. I regret opening up so much.
I'm being haunted by thoughts of "what-if" and trying to pretend nothing happened. I never want you to feel pain for a second, but I hope you regret hurting me like I regret hurting you.
If I had the money, I'd buy you everything you ever dreamed of having. A true, authentic Dali painting. As many as you wanted. Shopping sprees at Forever 21, a binder...for real--whatever you want!
I want to write a poem for you, but there's so much I want to say that it would turn into an epic. I know I'm rambling, so I need to stop writing.
I love you, and I will forever.