its been a year. well, almost. you’ve moved on, and you’re with another girl, who’s probably 10x what i was. and i wish i could say i am happy for you. but its just, you were the only boy who actually understood me. the corners of me which lay dusty and untouched. i miss you everyday. your smile, your touch, your sheets, everything. and now that its over, i struggle to understand why i still haven’t moved on from you. you hurt me, so bad. you changed me into a person i never thought i could be. i was cold, bitter, unforgiving. yet, if you called me tonight at 3am telling me you loved me, i would say it back without a doubt. why did you mess me up so bad? was i not good to you? did i not give you what you needed? my mother tells me, ‘you have to kiss a few frogs to find your prince’, but im not sure if i will ever love another again. youve damaged my heart and ive forgotten how to accept love from anyone. everything is false. no one loves me like you did. or did you not? maybe it was never love? or maybe it was one sided? one day youll know what youve lost. but, whats worse is that i lost myself when loving you