A Letter To You

I miss you. God do I miss you. I love you. God do I love you. Maybe what happened didn’t actually happen. Maybe you never did: Throw that book, Or push me against that wall, And yelled that it was my fault. Maybe you really did love me. And you didn’t mean it like you said. Maybe I had actually said yes, Not out of fear, But love, like you said. I miss your laugh, your crude jokes, I miss our plans for a future, us protecting each other, and loving each other when we couldn’t ourselves. But God did we fight. God did I scream at you, and you at me. I was scared of you. You were a new person each second. Would you love me this second? And try to kill me in the next? Maybe this is my own creation, and I left you, instead of you Leaving me. But either way, God do I miss you.