awkward...

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I miss her. You see I've known her long enough to know that I miss her. It's a strange thing. I know I won't know her long enough. I know she will leave and things will be hard. I'm trying hard not to miss her. Trying very hard. I know I can't see her much now, I want to. I feel awkward because I'm to the point where I want her to talk all the time, to tell me everything that flows in the beautiful mind she has been granted by my God. I feel awkward because I feel as if I have nothing to add and I'm only sitting around listening. I feel awkward because I sit and listen as she plays battleship with friends. I feel awkward because I don't want it any other way. I feel awkward because I must seem awkward to her. I am alright with that. Things don't have to be different. It's not really awkward for me, I'm just paranoid.