I miss her in spite of myself. Even though we are so wrong for each other, it feels so right when I'm with her. She is the only girl I've ever met who was willing to challenge me, and I think that's why she liked me too, because I could not only keep up with her on an intellectual level and an athletic level, I could exceed her at times, and sometimes she bested me. It was a constant race, and it was so much fun, and she loved my sense of humor, and I loved her goofiness that she unsuccessfully tried to hide. She was, and still is, a closet dork, but so am I, only I can't remember where the closet is located. Despite the fact that she could be condescending at times, and downright mean other times, I knew she cared about me in her own little way, and she still does, even though she would never admit it. I keep telling myself I don't care about her, but that's obviously a sign that I do care about her. I'll always love her, and I hate every minute of it, because I know that it's best for both of us if we don't talk, yet at the same time we both need each other. Sadly, sometimes two people click in so many ways, but not in all the important ones. We can't be in the same room together for too long a period of time without a distracting activity like a board game, because we would probably start making out. So since that would be a supremely bad idea, we can't talk. She will be successful, and so will I.