I just sit here and think. Think if you wonder about me as much as I do about you. I stay up most nights, making up senerios, like most teenage girls do when their minds wonder off. I sometimes cry. You’re the last person I think about at night, first person in the morning. There are other fish in the sea, but you’re my nemo. I need you. I wish you would realize that. You talk about me all the time, at least that’s what your cousin says. I just miss you and I need you. Hugging me. So I can know for once that everything is okay.