I really want to write what I’m feeling but I can’t. I can’t because you’re sitting right there. Sitting there driving me completely crazy. But you don’t know. You won’t realize it either. I could probably sit here typing for hours and you would never realize that this is about you. I could probably type your name a million times on the screen and you would never notice. You’re just too busy arguing with Lauren to notice. You’re always too busy to notice. But I won’t type you’re name a million times or write what I’m feeling. I won’t because of the off chance that you might notice. Maybe just this once.