So I met this girl, and she’s pretty and at first that’s all she was, pretty. But she always texts me back and she even texts me first. And when I’m sad she can tell, and when I’m happy she’s happy. And her words are more comforting than your arms ever were. And I find myself thinking about her all the time and I miss her hugs and I love the way she smells. And when I told her that I loved her, she even said it back. I don’t even have to tell her that I miss her because she already knows. And when I hold her, time stops. Sometimes, I shut off. And I know it scares her. And I wish I wasn’t like this, but I am. Sometimes I just need the time to be sad. And she understands and when I’m ready to come back she is right where I left her, waiting for me. And loving her doesn’t sting because I know she’ll always love me back. And there are so many other people but she still chooses me. And it doesn’t hurt to lose her because when she leaves, I know she always comes back.