Do you know what its like... to reach for the phone, and then have to pull your hand back because you remember you're not supposed to call anymore? You sit back with tears building up in your eyes because you know its not the last time you'll miss the conversations you shared.
I held my legs up to my chest, as a salty stinging tear fell down my face. I was cleaning up my room like my mom said earlier, and found one of those yellow flowers that Noah put in my hair, underneath my bed. I miss him so much it's crazy.
I know we don't talk anymore and there has even been times I've noticed we've walked right by each other without saying a word. There are those times, however, when we see each other... make eye contact... and I know, no matter how hard we both try and hide it... that he misses
