To The One Who Got Away,

I miss you. While it's pain causing sometimes, right now in this moment the thought of seeing you makes my heart beat out of my chest and my eyes water. I've felt this way before a few times. Last summer when you dropped me off at home at 4am every morning, knowing I'd have to wait until the evening to see you again.

Last summer when we went to college, seven hours away from each other, and I knew I'd have to wait two weeks to see you.

Spring break when I realized I may never see you again.

A few months ago when you came to pick up your things.

We were only together for seven months, but everything about us was amazing. The very night we meet was extraordinary. That night in the Lowe's parking lot after I made my sister drive me back and left "the note" with the cashier, asking her to give you my number. I had literally never seen you before, but something was pulling me to you. There was a voice in my head, and when I saw you, that feeling, the one I'm feeling now, overcame me. I knew I wasn't leaving that parking lot without knowing I'd see you again.

That summer was surreal, but shortly following it I got lost. The mayhem of being a first-semester freshman consumed me, and I made a mistake.

I told you everything, as I always have. There was never anyone before you, or after you, who knew as much about me as you do. You were my best friend in the entire world. You told me you needed time to think about my mistake.

You forgave me, because you're perfect -- and then it was December and New Year's and we, together, lit up like the stars and the city sky-scrapers above us, and ran around the city like we were the only people there. Jackie and Wilson. And for a moment, we forgot. We forgot everything and everyone, and that stupid feeling that I'm feeling right now disappeared because in that moment -- I had you, and you had me -- and it was beautiful.

When we went back to school, things changed. I broke it off -- ironically, and we went our separate ways.

Now, I miss you. I miss your family and late-night facetimes with you and your roomie. I miss your smile, and the way my head felt on your chest. I miss dancing with you while we decorated my grandmother's Christmas tree. I miss the funny songs you used to sing to me when I was upset with you. I miss running through the city barefoot, returning to my dorm at 6am. I miss the look on your face you used to give me at the train station when you came to visit me.

But, I know you're happy, and honestly -- that's all I need to know. Everything happens for a reason. Something brought us together, and something tore us apart. While I hope that one day we will cross paths again, I have no idea what's going to happen.

To The One Who Got Away,

I'll be here when you're ready to come back.