There are a lot of things I wish I could say to you but I won’t. I won’t say them because I’d be going against my pride and the expectation of strength I had set for myself to meet. I won’t admit how I feel because you wouldn’t understand. You wouldn’t understand why I feel this way and I’ve never told you or why I’ve told you lies to cover up my emotion. I miss you, not us, but you. But I’d never tell you, because if I did, I’d lose and nobody likes to lose.