it really sucks. because i miss you. you cross my mind at night in bed and that's a big deal because at night i dream and fantasize what i want in life. i'm missing you while you don't even remember the color of my eyes. and they're brown. i'm a date you've written down over and over on every assignment on the same day but a week later that date is history. the numbers are just numbers. no value. no worth. it's unimportant. i'm unimportant.












