I open my phone hoping to receive a call or even a text message from her. I miss you, can we talk, why are you avoiding me are things that I have wanted to say since I left her room. Since I ignored how her lips felt, since I deceided that I no longer needed her nor my feelings for her to be in my life. What a disatoruos mistake I have made. Watching her just walk past me I had to give those girls a fake smile in order to make it seem like I was happy without her yet once she left my line of vision I turned my back, ignored those bimbos who stood before me attempting to flirt because I knew where there heads were. I knew that they only felt comfortable enough to approach me now that ___ was out of the picture.

As I followed ___ to her classroom I was constantly reminded of the way I would hold onto her, as if we were a couple, the way she would laugh at my lame jokes and tell me how horrible I was at trying to be funny. I remebered her touch, how I wanted to melt into her hand, how my body lost control....how soft her lips felt. Then I was alone. Standing in the middle of the quad refusing to let tears fall that said everything I felt because I loved her but I know that I am not good enough for her.

"I need you." I whispered into the air. "I am so sorry..."