I Miss You

I miss you. I miss you, really. I miss you all the time. I can't think of anything but you. It's creepy, I know but I don't know what's wrong with my brain. A part of me wants to tell you that I like you but the other part of me is still hesitant about this whole I-like-you thing. And I can't tell you because if I do, I would lose all those kilig emotions that I'm feeling now.

Everyday I'm reminded of that month where I almost asked you to go with me and my friends on our supposedly vacation in Camiguin (we were allowed to bring a friend/girlfriend/boyfriend). Arrrrgh!

I know did terrible stuffs to you and I know that even though you're civil with me, you hated me for the things that I did to you. This is crazy. I'm crazy.