I miss you a lot today. Remember that fight we got into. I went running that night and ran so far I couldn’t get home. You picked me up. With a sweet tea and a pack of reds. We spent the rest of the night sitting in your car smoking and talking. You told me I was beautiful and covered me in kisses. Your car battery died. We walked blocks in the rain. Holding hands and laughing. I miss you a lot today. But I shouldn’t. Remember the night I begged for you. You looked me dead in the eye and called me pathetic and said you didn’t love me. I hate you.
I don’t want to feel angry anymore. Or sad. Or uncomfortable. Or stupid. You make me feel all those things. How did we get like this?