andth term.

i don't know why he reminds me of you, but he does. and i don't know why it hurts when i think about you, but it does. i kinda miss talking to you. i kinda miss seeing you. i kinda miss it all. but i refuse to admit that i miss you. and i guess it's because i know i'm probably not as important to you, as you are to me. and i'll never know if those words i said ever got through. regardless, i did what i did, i did all i could. and some facts are undeniable. some things are unchangeable. but sadly, the same goes to say for feelings, and the way i feel about you.