I miss you, too bad.

HIM.

Maybe it's just a huge crush... I don't really know what to call it.
But I miss you. The way you sang like a retard on the phone or in the car. The way you'd react when I made fun of you almost every time we talked. Me being disappointed in you, for not being there when I blew out my birthday candles. Having a little argument at 12:20am / 29th Nov 09 because I thought you forgot my birthday already & because you thought I was being serious when I was really joking. How watching movies tonight was plain shitty because the seat next to me was empty and I had no one to lean on. How you really hate Twilight or anything to do with it yet I still tried to ask you to watch New Moon with me, knowing that I'd fail in doing so anyway.

It's just the smallest, simplest things.

I blame you but I also blame myself.
I blame you for asking me silly questions that got into my head, making me think too much.
I blame you for saying you wouldn't do something, when you still did without intentions.
How could you say it's a joke? Is it really something to joke about? ...........

I blame myself. I blame myself for one thing only; hanging up on you was the hardest decision but I thought it would be for the better. It was hard and it really hurt me after I did it. Now you won't talk to me as much as we did before and it's something I do regret.
A joke? No. I like you, it's not a joke. I miss you, it's not a joke.

There's nothing I can do now, except look forward rather than behind.
I'll hope for the best, I'll hope you'll still talk to me as much as before even though I know it probably won't happen.

I miss you.

Trying to see someone else but all I can see is you.