mind drips.

I wake up thinking of you.

I can't stop thinking of you.

All the regrets. All the things left unsaid. All the times I said "No" when I should have said "Yes."

If I could go back, I would go with you on every trip you asked me to. I would have said to hell with my situation, who cares if I piss anyone off, and given more.

I can't believe I avoided your eyes when I saw you last. I will never forgive myself. Even worse, I will never see you again. I wish I would have told you that I missed you and I missed your friendship. Maybe it would have changed things, or maybe it wouldn't have, but at least I would have tried. I was too afraid of the uncomfortableness and awkwardness of it all. Too afraid of getting hurt again. But what do those feelings matter now? They don't fucking matter. None of those feelings compare to what I feel now. My heart is shattered. I will never see you again.