“Well I’m 19 years old, I’m going into my sophomore year at Cal State Los Angeles. I want to major in Psychology and Creative Writing. I love writing, music, fashion and drawing. I’m also very passionate when it comes to Intersectional Feminism.”

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All I think about is the way your lips used to curl up into that blinding smile because I said something remotely interesting.
I think about the way you used to sit, torso a bit hunched, legs way too long for that small desk.
I think about the way you talk, so deep like the Pacific Ocean, I also think about the rare occasions you didn't shave and how you sported stubble on your cheeks and chin.
Now I can't help but think that someone else will make you laugh or smile, I can't help but feel the surge of jealousy course through my veins at the thought of your attention being on someone else. Its childish, I know.
I can't help but regret ruining everything.
I never should have told you.
I never should have mentioned how I felt.
I never should have gave in to my feelings.
I miss you.
I think what ruins me the most is the fact that you said you wanted to remain friends, you wanted to conserve my company. But you lied. You ran. You left. And you never faced me again. I wish I would have kept to myself.  
Once again I miss you.