We broke up.
We officially broke up and I don’t know if I’m taking it well or if I’m just hiding what I actually seem to feel.
I seriously wish you knew that I loved you more than I love that one sandwich from Popeyes, the one we would always get.
I wish you knew it wasn’t your fault that we necessarily broke up, it just wasn’t our time. 
I wasn’t and still am not in a good place, I’m mentally unstable, and scared of full on commitment.
I feel regret for telling you that I didn’t think we were working out… I should’ve stayed but deep down I know you weren’t the same guy that I met back in elementary school. 
We are barely graduating high school. We need our freedom. We deserve to live and make mistakes. Finally, we were and still are too young to understand this thing called “Love” .