Always.

Why do I always need that one person who doesn't care anymore? The one person I could talk to when I started feeling like this. The one person I really trusted with my feelings. Who knew how to respond and react. Who didn't get angry with me unless I needed them to. Who didn't laugh at me unless I needed them to. The one person who really honestly listened. Who was my best friend. Who stopped me from doing some seriously stupid things.

That one person who hardly speaks to me now... whom I haven't heard from all summer. I hope you're okay. I found some pictures you took of us when we were sixteen. I miss being sixteen. Because you didn't hate me yet. And we still talked. When we were friends. And stayed on MSN late into the night because we couldn't sleep. Even if we were falling asleep at the computer.



I hate this. I need to talk to you. But I don't think you'll listen now. I wish you would. I still care about you, even if you don't care about me.


<3 Ashleigh