I miss you, you know.
It's been two years since you moved, but I just can't seem to forget about you.
I just can't seem to stop regretting, regretting how I didn't tell you all the things that I wanted to say.
I loved you. I truly did.
You were different from all the rest. You made me laugh, you made me wonder, and you made me happy. You were thoughtful, kind, and sweet. You had a sense of humor, and you were the first person who really listened to me.
But you're long gone now. All I'm left with is a few precious pictures that you drew for me.
I doubt we'll meet again. But maybe, just maybe, if we do, I'll finally get the courage to tell you the things that I was too shy to tell you before.