I called your parents house because i thought they might say your name on the voicemail. Its been so long since I've heard someone else say your name. And i miss and i love you, and it hurts to know that you don't. And i miss that cold stare and your excuse to your boyfriend for why I'm there. Who knew id feel this way about decisions i made four to five years ago. Did i ever apologize for breaking your window? You never said a word about my broken hearts or how many times i died those years ago. I havent died at all this year and i hate you for that. At least let me know if i can feel anything anymore. Id die to get your attention but i know you wouldn't come to the wake to see my last promise kept.