Something So Strong Shouldn't Make Me This Weak

- i love you, she confessed. but then again, i've been known to exaggerate.
- her: "so would it kill you to try?"
him: "yep, and i'm too young to die."
- while i'm out, should i get you a personality?
- and yet, their spark grew into flame
- why? because you matter and i care.
- i'm over you. yeah, i still shake when you walk by, and i still save all of our online conversations. i still feel a smile slip on my face at the sound of your name, and i still think of you most of the time. you're still thefirst person i look for when i enter a room, and i still fall asleep to the memory of your voice. but like i said, i'm over you... or not.
- I miss how things used to be. The late nights, how in the middle of waiting for your reply, I realize it's been a while and you've probably fallen asleep. I miss not running out of things to talk about, and I miss your side comments. Now I get one word replies, or smiley faces, or even worse, sometimes there's no more reply. I miss not being able to stand not talking. I miss going online and having you say hi in no more than a minute or two after I've logged on. Now, often sometimes we don't even talk anymore. I miss sleeping to goodnight texts and waking up to good morning ones. I miss the way things used to be.