You. I don’t get you. One moment, you’re so excited to see me and always want to talk. We hold hands and kiss. We go for coffee and watch live bands. You play your guitar and sing for me. You read me things you’ve written. You tell me you miss me.. But then, we don’t speak for days and when we do you aren’t the least bit interested. I have a lame teenage girl confession to make.. I miss you and I care a lot about you… and I just want to know what this is.