She thought she knew.

She knows she misses him,
it's like an aching feeling, where all she wants is to go up and grad him.
When she sees him, all she can think about
are the little things that she loved about him.
How his eyes alway sparkle,
how he had so much confidence,
she would think about his shoulders,
sometimes she would think about his hugs,
and how his hands always seemed to find hers.
And when they talk,
she knows he misses her.
Because she had been one of the "best" things to happen to him.
She had let him in.
Told him all of her secrets.
She wasn't pushy like other girlfriends.
She didn't need his myspace password to check up on him.
She trusted him.
May thats way she got completely screwed over in the first place.