[Broken Constellation]

You say you miss me, and that you still really like me, but do you? Some weeks we talk, and others, we don't. I'm afraid that when we pick up where we left off, you're going to leave me. I was willing to make it work before, even if you weren't. I'll still care, even if you won't. Because when it comes to the end of the day, I'm thinking about you, and wish that we were back together. So what if my friends don't like you? I don't care about them and what they think. But now they're telling me that giving you a second chance is a bad idea. We broke up because we were going to different schools, though we live twenty minutes away. I would have tried so hard to make it work. I would have done my best to keep us alive.
I'm going to be honest. I feel like I don't deserve you. You're one of the most popular guys at your school--football star, and I'm a female wrestler, obsessed with books and fairytales and literature. Guys have confessed how scary I am, because of the physical contact sports I involve myself in, and the fighting moves I know; so I'm not exactly surrounding myself in girly activities. I have acne scars, and I'm not the skinniest, or prettiest girl out there. A guy like you should never, in a million years, have fallen for a girl like me. You're perfect, and I'm not.
You've made me cry, and I've made you cry, and somedays I look back, and realize the He// you've put me through. And yet I still want you.

I miss you.