"I thought I only loved the idea of him and the attention that he gave me, but I miss him. I miss the way he would use my weaknesses against me in the most pleasurable ways. I miss the way he would hold in his frustration, because he hated to see me lose a fight. I miss his kisses. I miss how we would just lay for hours together and be content with the world. But most importantly I missed the chance to tell him I love him. And now I’m too late. So I sit here at three in the morning, surrounded by my thoughts of him, and I wonder if he ever thinks about me too."