You're angry. You're not talking to me. You're hurt. And it's all justified. I was pretty rude (I know rude doesn't fit in here at all, I can't think up another synonym right now) and mean and stupid, GOD SO SO STUPID.
I remember all the times we've hung out together, laughing and joking. All the times we've walked in 'the ground' and all the times we've argued over the craziest of things. All the times we've laughed out loud over someone and all the times we've shared a private smile over some silly little joke that just we know about.
I'm addicted to you like I'm addicted to chocolate, Skittles and basically everything that relates to sugar. I'm addicted to you like I'm addicted to sunlight. I'm addicted to you like I'm addicted to writing (thus the written apology) even though you specifically told me 'not to get attached to people/friends'...
I know I haven't really made you smile like I wanted to.. I know I've been one of the worst people you've ever met.. I know I act childishly and I'm immature and I haven't 'found myself yet'..
That day, I don't know what overcame me. I was hurt, yes. I was hurt because of what we agreed upon the day before that day. It hurt me to know that you were 'confused and not sure'. It angered me to realize that you could've easily told me all this when you were telling me you liked me more than a friend. It depressed me to know that if you had, I wouldn't have fallen so deep so quickly. It's so hard to get out when you're in so deep, love...
You've always been the logical one. You've been the smart one, the genius. You're the one who makes all those cool gadgets and you're the one who flies planes. You're the one who's the national badminton champion. And you're the one who's that well-known bad-ass photographer in town. You're one in a million, you kryptonian, and you probably know it.
That day, I didn't want to see you. I didn't want to stand in front of you. I didn't want to hear your laugh. I didn't want to see your smile. I didn't want to hear your voice. Because it would've hurt, I know. And I know I might have ruined your day a teeeennnsssyyy weeeeennnsssyyy bit, if not a lot.
I was a jerk. I was a fool. I was (still am) very very VERY immature. BUT I'M TRYING TO CORRECT THAT, I PROMISE.
And I'm sorry for all that. I'm sorry for being a jerkfoolrude jack-ass. I'm sorry for making you feel bad. I promise I won't ever behave the way I behaved when I did what I did that day. I promise you..
You deserve all the happiness in the world and more. You're that amazing.
I know this isn't much (NOT AT ALL) but still.. Here it is. I hope it makes a wee bit difference.
You're the Milo to my life.
You're the Pikachu to my Ash.
You're the ring to my Gollum.
You're the swings to my park.
You're the 'Angry Birds' to my Android.
You're the < to my 3.
Always keep smiling. Always stay happy. Stay the same sarcastic person that you are, because that makes you YOU.
You're cherished, Superman.
Now shoo, go save the world or something, you kryptonian <3