NOT a Love Letter

This is not a love letter.
I write this not because I love you, but I write this because I miss you.
It's true, I miss everything about you.
I miss your smiles, your jokes, your voice, your super lame pick up lines, your just-wake-up smell.
Oh! your tickels, your childish attitude, I miss getting lost in the way home with you, and I miss listening to your ununderstandable knowledge about cars.

So you see, this is not a love letter! just a miss letter.

You're someone else's now, I understand. I'll have to go to curch and do a sin confession if I write you a love letter, but once again, this is NOT a love letter!

Actually, I need help! In everything I see, ther is a reminder of you.
I see an eye shadow and I remember you.
I see a tooth brush and I remember you.
I'm getting crazy with all this!
Maybe you know how to cure this illussions-about-you disease.

You know, It's getting so bad that I have to do math, a very hard one with the ultimate calculus calculation just to run away from thinking about you.
For math needs all my attention and mind.
But still, sometimes math can't push you out of my head!!

And guess what, even cute guys with beautiful brown eyes and funny cars can't cure the disease I'm suffering from.

Well, i know you are not interested in helping me or even thinking to think to help me, but maybe you would want to believe that i love you...

Oops! I mean, I miss you.