I still don’t understand and it’s still killing me. I think about you every single day and every day I think you are gonna come back. Why don’t you? I really need you. I have a lot to tell you. You were my first, and I’m thankful that someone who cared took it. Although, I tell everyone you weren’t my first so no one thinks I’m as heart broken as I really am. I look for you everywhere I go. Hoping you’ll be there. Hoping you are waiting for me to tell me you made a mistake and want me back. I would give you a second chance if you want one. I want to give it to you. I have your sweatshirt by the way. Come get it so I can see you again…please.
One month gone