Some days I’m great, happy, content, okay. Other days I’m a fucking wreck. Those are usually the days I think too much. Think about everything. But mostly when I’m thinking about you. I try to keep my head up, listen to everyone telling me that I deserve better anyway, and they’re right. I do deserve better than you. But I can’t deny the fact that I love you, and no matter what you do I have a feeling I always will. I hate it. I was so wrapped in you. I am so wrapped in you. The physical things of me and you, of us, are gone, but the memories they’re still there. They go away from time to time but they always find their way back to me. You’ve set triggers everywhere … I don’t know what to do. One minute my back is turned…hating everything you are, everything you stand for. The next minute I’m waiting with my arms wide open, checking my phone every other second, hoping that you’ll turn around and realize what you’re missing..realize that you’ve fucked up…realize that it’s me. Realizing that all you need is me…You’ve done something to me that I’d turn back time to the day we met so I wouldn’t have to endure…You made me fall in love with you with every part of my being, and then you just left. They say time heals all wounds…Well Time, please hurry up.