The past is the past, but I want you to be in my future.

It's been almost two months. Two months since we've spoken to each other. I seen you about three weeks ago, but you probably thought nothing of it. When I saw you, my heart was crushed. People always ask, you guys don't talk anymore? What happened? Well, I have to tell them, oh we just stopped talking. But inside I'm screaming, he hurt me and I Put up with it way to long. I want you back, but I know that you'll say the same hurtful things you said in the past. I miss how you made me feel. I miss knowing I could tell you anything. I miss you being the first text I got when I woke up, and the last text I got before I fell asleep. I. Miss. You.