Still thinking of you...I suck.

I'm embarrassed to admit that I think daily about a guy that doesn't think about me anymore. I see signs everyday that remind me of you. Whether it's your uncommon name, your college or communication from your brother; I think of you. I dream of you regularly and thought you were "the one." I hate the term "the one" because it is nothing but a let down. I have met someone new and exciting, but as wonderful as he is I still can't help but think of you. I know you have a girlfriend too, but hear how controlling and wrong she is for you. I am disappointed in your decision to be with her. I know there was no competition between her and I, but d**n I wish I could be called your girlfriend. It was as if you were afraid to be with me. It was all about timing and it was wrong for us. We never had our chance to flourish. Our summer was a brief and innocent time. I wish we had that summer back. The summer I was being held in your arms and sharing laughs with you. I wish I could feel your soft skin and smell you again. I miss how easy it was to spend time with you and the how much you made me feel like a woman. I miss you and wish you would come back into my life forever.