Don’t tell me you miss me if you’ve never tried to contact me. My number hasn’t changed since I gave it to you. I have every social network created. I have an email address. Hell, you can even contact me on Linkedin because Lord knows they’ll never stop emailing me. Tell me you miss me if you’ve tried to get in touch with me and you never get a hold of me. Tell me you miss me if we haven’t had lunch for a long time. Tell me you miss me if you’re my dad and I haven’t been to Sunday dinner in the past month. Shit, tell me you miss me if you’re my bill collector. Why not say what you really mean? You’ve been given a convenient amount of time in your life to be bored and you so happen to stumble across my number, a blog post, or a Facebook status that was mine and thought to yourself, “well, she can take up some of this free time, let me text her 'i miss you.” That’s fine. It’s not a freaking Jane Austen film adaption up in this bitch, but you k...