If I said I missed you, I'd be considered a fool on several levels.
I miss what we had. I miss knowing how you felt about me, and knowing you knew how I felt about you. I don't mind what we have now, except when it seems you're taking efforts to pull away. It hurts. It makes me think you don't want me around at all, that I should just go away, and maybe you'll be happier without me there to remind you of affections you'd sooner forget.
I know it's probably hard for you, and I can't say anything at all that would help.There are things now that you don't want to tell me... And in a way, that makes sense and should be expected, but at the same time, it stings. I don't know, like I said, maybe I'm a fool.
I guess, maybe, it's just a matter that I don't understand why anyone would hide or deny a part of who they are, and that seems to be the only way you can deal right now.
It hurts when I look at you, or talk to you, or go to touch you and there's... nothing.