I guess I loved you so much because you were the only one who I ever trusted. You know me, always blocking and pushing others out... but when you came along, with a few simple words all my walls crumbled and I wanted to share my entire life with you.

I'm feeling so useless and brokenup; all I need to fix me is to be truly loved again.

Boy, you don't know how much I died reading those words; realizing that you were straight up telling me that what you had once felt was gone.

They think they know, but not a single one of them do... No one will ever understand how much I loved you.

So I guess no matter how hard I try to make sense of this, it'll always come back to the fact that things change, people change, and stupid girls like me make mistakes.

Always beating myself up for things that can not be controlled.

And I still can't read our old conversations without stopping to cry.

I love you, and I miss you. I still pray someday that you'll come back to me...

I always thought that we were better than them, that we weren't like all those other teenage romances. That what we had was real, and what everyone else had would just end in a matter of months. I can't believe how niave and blind I was.

It's like no matter how much I have to do, I can never be busy enough. Even if there's a minute for me to stop and think, you'll be all that fills my head, and then it just starts to hurt again.