It’s been eight months and I still miss you, lol what is wrong with me. When you text me, which is rarely I still smile the whole time, I get butterflies and you still make me happy. Through everything you put me threw, I still love you, even eight months after you broke my heart and I realized you were never coming back. All the people I’ve met and had relationships within these couple of months don’t even compare to you. You made me happy, you completed me. Then you got “bored” and it was time for you to leave me. You took everything as a joke, while you sat there and made me fall in love with you. I love you but at the same time I wish I hated you, I wish I didn’t love you as much as I do. Or I Atleast wish you felt the same way you did when we first got together.