I hate you...but I love you still. I miss lying in your arms, and kissing you, and I miss how you made me feel. It was like you were literally my drug. I saw you, I talked to you...and everything was okay, nothing else mattered. I loved you like no other. Do you really think I'm over you? I lie. I lie to
everyone! Even myself. I'm so not over you, but you can't have me back! You want me back...and I wish I could just curl up into your arms, fall asleep, and wake up and have it all a horrible nightmare. The fact is though...You fucking
HURT me. You broke my heart, and I will always love you. But we can never have a future together...I don't trust you and I can't do another long distance relationship. I miss you. I still cry myself to sleep at night. I still wish I were dead because you hurt me so much. But there's someone else who actually cares about me, and LOVES me, and is willing to be mine. You weren't. This is your loss...as much as it feels like it's mine.
