"It wouldn't make a difference if I was gone."

I stare at my friend. Pure hurt in my eyes. "People would miss you so much!"

She shakes her head. How do I communicate how much she'll never know I care for her?

"All your friends would miss you!."

She shrugs, eyes cast at the floor. I watch her helplessly, wanting to tell her how lost I would be without her, how lonely and worthless I'd feel, but my tongue fails to deliver the words I want to confess. And as she walks away, I hang my head, and mutter under my breath the sweet sentence I could have so easily spoken. "I would miss you."