Again, you are too tired to talk. I didn't stay on the line long enough to hear you hang up. I immediately shut off my phone and threw it on my bed. I suddenly was overcome by a flurry of emotions. Most of them were negative, I think. I don't mean to be such a needy, annoying bitch, but I can't help but feel that way when you can make time for everyone, except for me. I haven't really spoken to you in days, and when we finally get a chance to catch up with things, your mind is elsewhere. I'm annoyed of having to be the one to call or text you to hang out. I'm tired of not being invited all the time. I don't like not knowing what's going on with you. I can't shake off this feeling, as if I'm somewhat being replaced. I miss talking to you on the phone at night, even if I'm already trying to fall asleep. I miss our debates that go on until 3 am. I miss movie nights. I miss study groups. I miss surprising you with a fresh batch of cupcakes. I miss driving to your house after school just so we can nap. I miss hugging you tightly enough to crack your back. I miss taking embarrassing candid shots of you while Skyping. I miss plucking your eyebrows. Kind of. I miss hearing a new mix cd I've just made for you play in your car as we drive to some cheap fast-food joint. I miss you. And you can take that any way you want to. It's faint, now. Please don't let it go out.
mkp.
