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According to Greek mythology, humans were born with 4 arms, 4 legs, & a head with 2 faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into separate parts condemning them to spend their lives finding their other halves.

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We finally speak.

Here you are, online again.
Not saying a word to me.

I kills me, I miss talking to you.
You were one of the very few people I enjoyed spending my time with,
you were my favorite person.

What happened now?
What’s gonna happen next?

I remember we used to hang out often.
Oh how happy I was.
I’d love how you talk, so low, quiet, and calm.
I love how you’d look at me sometimes.
I’d love how you’d take my jokes & make it funnier.
I’d love your opinions.
And your hair.
But what I hate is how our friendship, or whatever we were, stopped.
I’d love talking to you, and seeing you. For what reason this had to stop?
I don’t know. I really did enjoy spending my time with you. I’d even leave my job early just to go and see you, even though I loved my job.
I miss being over at your house, or sneaking you over here, or sneaking over to the baseball field to see you. I miss your laughs whenever I’d tickle you, or make a stupid remark or action. I miss… fuck, I miss you. How pathetic.

I don’t know what to do.
Honestly, I haven’t wanted to be with someone so much as much as I did with you. What the fuck is wrong with me. I should stop this. This is abnormal of me. I just can’t believe I lost a good friend…. well it was my fault for getting attached to you. I miss you. I cared A LOT about you. You mean more to me than you will ever know.

It just sucks ‘cause you don’t feel the same.

As I was on my way to the party, I got a phone call from my mom. Jesus, I’m gonna hate tomorrow. Well, later on today. I could already tell it’s gonna be a shitty day. Where are you when I need you? I used to tell you everything, and now I can’t even talk to you without ignoring me. I miss you and I never thought I’d get this attached to you. It’s my fault for letting it happen.
We got invited to the same party & I wanted to see you, I would’ve only if my mom hadn’t caught me. I wonder if you really did go, or you stayed home, or if you’re hooking up with someone else, or just chilling with friends. I don’t know. I honestly don’t know what would’ve happened if I went..
Well, Through all the shit we’ve been through, the kissing, laughing, hugging, cuddling, etc. How could you have the heart to just forget about me like that?
I didn’t realize you had the capacity to hurt me as brutally as you did. It’s not fair to me that I got so badly hurt when I did nothing wrong. I don’t know what to do with myself right now. I just can’t believe it. I can’t believe I lost you like that.

Which is why, I decided, today, Sunday, later on, I’m texting you. After a week of silence, I’ll text you. Though I’m scared for your response might be (if there will be anything), I’ll do it. I finally grew the balls. But what if you ignore…. something I’ll have to pray for.

I adore you.
Words cannot fathom.
I hate that you’re not around anymore.
I feel empty. I grew too attached to you. I hate that I even let myself get attached to you. And I see you online again, and there goes my wanting in speaking with you. I want to text you. I’m not completely sure what to say but I’ve been thinking “I miss having you around”, or something similar. What if you ignore me? What’s left to say now? What’s left to do? Nothing. Exactly nothing. Why would I try if I’ll only be a burden to you. Though you are worth the try, I just can’t. I can’t even say a simple “hi”, because I’ll just be a bother to you. I admit, I’m too of a pussy. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe Sunday. Maybe Monday. I don’t even fucking know. All I know is that I miss you and I haven’t missed anybody whatsoever this much. And it scares me. I just hate how you led me on, how we acted like a couple, when we weren’t even one. I wanted to be with you… I still do, which is pretty pathetic of me. But I think you’re amazing. I’d be better to forget you, but I don’t really want to.
I want to just tell you how much I miss you…
But I lack the courage and you hate me and I’m gawky and you’re a gorgeous piece of art and I’m hopelessly boring and you’re endlessly fascinating. If people were rain, I’d be drizzle & you’d be a hurricane.

I stared at the bench.

You know, the bench in the baseball park. The baseball park I snuck off to at 3AM to see you. We sat there like penguins trying to keep warm and you put your sweater over me. It feels weird typing this kind off stuff, I’ve never been this way before.

I have the urge to text you, “I miss you”, but I know I’ll be ignored. It sucks how I remember the times we’ve hung out and it gets me sad because you don’t want to hear from me anymore. I haven’t missed anyone like this before… ughh, I never thought I’d get this atttached to you but I did. Sometimes I wish you never kissed me at that stupid party ‘cause then I wouldn’t be a mess. But the other times, I’m more than happy I got to know you more & see your inner beauty. I’m happy through all the times I got to spend with you, because for the first time in years, I felt myself & comfortable at the same time.

I see you online again, really kills me to resist from talking to you. I remember when you’d get on I used to be one of the first people you’d speak to. Now, it’s as if I don’t exist.

Today at lunch my friend said you hung out with him on Friday, though you stopped talking to me on Sunday. And everything was going so well.

Oh look you got off. Great, so now I won’t have to have the urge to IM you. It’s been two years since I felt this way to anybody, though I know it’s not this stupid thing called “Love”, but I do have the strongest feelings for you. Doesn’t mean you had to push me and throw me out like a piece of trash I know I already am. I miss you, I miss how you were around. I was happy. Guess I won’t be for another while. I’ll wait another few days to text you though I’m not sure what to say.