Just one thing that I need to hear...

But you can't ask someone to count stars in your eyes when they're a pillow's length away, a universe in itself that refuses to be crossed. The memories of this will always remind you of him, and you're trying to tell yourself that you wonder if you even care anymore, but that sick feeling in your stomach is convincing you otherwise. This is what you wished for? This neverending circle, backtracking and retracing, this is what you wanted? Or so you thought, in whatever form it came, so long as it inspired these emotions? Why was it easier to not feel, to not care about a silly boy with a crooked smile? And how do you get back to where that was? A one-sided love affair can only go on so long and you're just so tired of wanting to be wanted. He'll never take the time to realize and, eventually, you'll see that the only thing left is to walk away against your will.

And with all your heart you'll whisper- "Don't Forget Me."