Somehow..

Somehow I am starting to miss you. Somehow, part of me is telling me not to do it. But I can't. Why?

If that doesn't back it up, then let me say this.

The letter you gave me was in my wallet for all these years.

Seriously, I don't know why I am missing you. I know I should not be thinking back about you, knowing how much you dislike me. But I just can't shake it off.