Hey...

I know the reason you are not answering my calls... I know you in and out since we were kids...heck, I know nearly EVERYTHING about you. So yea, this couple of months meant a lot to me, especially when my dad went. You were by my side no doubt you know the tendencies of falling again and getting hurt is, well, fucking too damn high. Sorry for the profanity, but I am stating the emphasis. And, I guess you got hurt again.

Sorry.

Well, you really did helped me, again. Jesus, I need to get a grip on myself again.

But I am reeeeeaaaaaallllyyyy very sad that I can't make you smile like you used to again. I miss that.

I miss the times together. Period. I can't express much through words. You know how bad is me expressing. Hah!

And well, yeah, I do read your blog. I love readinng your feelings. Really. Because sometimes, I know something is bothering you, but I have no idea what.

But recently, I don't see anything new on your blog. I miss reading it now.

What the hell. I don't even know what to say now. Hmmp. You see, I know even after these few months, whatever I have felt for those 3 years, or even more, hadn't change. I still, well, pretty much love you. I had tried to move past this, I guess I'm not. When I found out that you moved on and found another guy, I was pretty much jealous and everything. But then if he is the one that makes you happy, I am fine with it. But when I found out that he hurt you again, I wanted to really punch him, or someone. Hah. But then, it was because of me you got hurt again. I was the one. If I hadn't left you those years ago, you wouldn't be like this. If I hadn't asked you for a relationship, you won't be like this. If I hadn't fall for you, you wouldn't get depress. If I hadn't met you, you wouldn't get hurt. I was the bastard.

I'm just as fucked up as anybody when I knew you were hurt. I knew deep down that wound is not gone yet. Because I knew you.

Sighs. I hope you are okay. Especially whatever you are feeling under that smile you have there.

Maybe we can never have what we have again, but it was great Bunnyhead. It was, well, the best.

I love you, no matter what. And I'm sorry.