Letters I'll Never Send - #3 (inconsequential spur of the moment because I was bored edition)

Hey.

I'm not really sure why I'm writing this now, I have a lot of things I need to do. It's probably because I was facebook stalking you earlier. Whoops. My bad.

So I don't know what I did. And it really bugs me. I say it doesn't, but it eats at me, and I need to know. I'm tempted to apologize, but there's no way I'm apologizing for something if I don't even know what I did that was wrong. If anything.

I know this is silly, as little time as I spent with you, but I miss you. Not that aching sort of miss that I'm all too familiar with now; you don't merit that. But I'll think about it sometimes when I spot you, think about a conversation we had, or a movie you said we'd watch, or a comic I need to give you, and it just digs at me. Because it's stupid. This silence is stupid. What are you playing at here?

Whatever. You're not even my priority anymore. Though I really don't think you ever were. But you don't need to know that.

I just have to know what happened.