I miss you. I shouldn’t but I do. I miss the ten days we spent together. We went into it not knowing what would come out of it. I sure didn’t expect that three months later I would still be thinking about you. As cheesy as it sounds, there’s not a day that goes by without me thinking about you, even though you probably don’t think about me. I don’t know why I miss you so much because you broke my heart without even saying anything. It’s kind of messed up that all you had to do was press a button on your phone and I’m gone. Was it really necessary? I don’t even know what I did to deserve it. I just want an explanation. But I still want you. I know I shouldn’t. After all you’ve done to me. Not even seven days in each other’s presence, you made me ball my eyes out. I’m not an emotional person and I don’t cry that easily. You knew I liked you and you kept teasing me about it. You kissed me at the pier. I teased you by saying it was bad, but it actually brought butterflies to my stomach. Your friends on the trip were standing fifteen feet away but only one saw in their peripheral vision. It was a moment that only you and I really share. That was probably the best I felt that whole summer. I got up at 4 in the morning and drove with you and a bunch of other people in a bus to the airport. I waited with you and one of our friends from the trip at your gate. He joked by telling me to make the moments last because I would never see you again. I didn’t want to think he’d be right, but I guess he was. I waited for two hours with you at your gate before you had to go. We hugged like one of those cliché couples you want to barf and cry at in the movies. I kissed you before I walked to my gate. Then, when I walked back to get a drink, the line was gone and you were on your plane. I shed a few tears and we joked about it over text before you had to take off. Then, I cried little harder. I was hopeful in that I would see you again, but I knew it was highly unlikely. I just wanted to keep in touch. I had to go back to camp. I didn’t have my phone, but I did write you two letters. I waited everyday for four weeks for a letter back from you. I got my phone back a couple times when my dad visited and when I went out with my aunt. You told me you got my letter and that you were going to write back. You never did. I don’t know why I still want you. I know I shouldn’t, but I do. It’s not fair that I never got an explanation.