May I see you?

If you do not reply, I'll know that I've been a mistake, not worth the trouble and time, like last last Christmas, or that you simply have not read this message. I guess people change and some things should be left to rot, but I miss you. I've learned to move on, I've changed, but some things don't-- some things shouldn't; I believe in promises.

I know you are, but I hope you're well.
Yours truly.

 

Edit: 3rd April, 2008.

 

Oh God. I guess we'll never change, huh?