I don’t think you understand how horrible I feel when you don’t reply to my messages. My heart races when I saw that red notification on my inbox, hoping it’s you, but I’m too nervous to check because I’m worried it’s not. And when it’s not, I feel my heart stops beating and my world comes crashing down. I hate not talking to you. I miss you every second I’m not talking to you. I get the biggest butterflies when I see your name pop up on my dash, I’m just stupid I know. But it’s the truth, and I’m sorry it is.