You're the clown and I'm the circus.

I always seem to miss him at weird times. I was never really sure if it was him I missed or just the thought of him. I think it's actually a combination of both. I saw a picture of him today with his friends and it really made me miss him. I know that deep down inside I secretly hope to run into him while I'm in town or wherever. The last time I saw him it was from a distance and through a window. I wonder if he ever thinks of me the way I randomly think of him.

I cannot believe I'm actually admitting that I miss him either. I'm torn on the subject. Part of me tells myself that he's wrong for me and not worth being missed. I tell myself that he's 'scum' and I shouldn't care about him. He was a jerk. The other part of me tells myself that he really didn't do anything that wrong. I don't even know the whole story because we never talked about it. It just sort of all ended that night. I tell myself he's worth missing. Maybe he is and maybe he isn't. If he's meant to come back into my life, I'm sure the fates will allow it.