[SouthernBelle.]

I still love you. A lot. I never stopped loving you. I miss you.

You're a truly amazing person. You are strange in a wonderful way, beautiful in an odd way that I can't really explain. You're playful, caring, funny, hot (Ha! Yes, I said it!), and worth a lot more to me than I think you ever realized. Every time I see you, I smile and blush and think of how much you loved me, how much I think you still love me, seeing how much we are still talking and how much you continue to flirt with me. Every time you tease me and start pestering me, I can't help that I smile, or how happy I feel.

And I can't meet your eyes, simply because I'm afraid you'll see through the fact that I'm pretending to be just a friend -- who happens to be your ex -- just so I can continue to be near you.

You saw me looking at you the other day, didn't you? And did I imagine it when you smiled? Do I imagine that you still love me, when you post on practically every single one of my Facebook statuses, chat with me any time we're both online, step on the backs of my shoes to get my attention and grin when I turn around to face you?

I love you. <3

So much.