to him:

Not really sure why we don't talk anymore. I'm assuming it is my fault somehow. But I have alot of things on my mind right now that I wish I could tell you. Like how much you inspire me and other ramblings. I often wonder if I still cross your mind. Because I am reminded of you everyday by things like this stupid dinosaur on my computer and waking up after an insane dream that I want to interpret. Yes, I miss seeing you. Yes, I crave your words. But this must be right. This is where we are supposed to be. 
You once wrote about how you would one day become only a memory. I never believed it, until now.

these are words i need to say to him. words i think about every night. words that i will never be able to say so they came bursting out on here. make sense of them as you feel.