001 ; Love

Love is a strange thing; what am I doing crying over someone I've never seen or touched? It's virtual but it hurts more than anything. I wonder if he loved me the same way I loved him. I still miss him, I miss his messages when I wake up and when I go to sleep, I miss knowing everything about his day, I miss your "I love yous." Every message from him made me addicted, addicted to him, to his voice, to his photos, to everything.