I’m still healing the wounds that you left me with. You were the first guy I fell in love with and I think you had genuine love for me too, you were just scared to admit it. You treated me like shit, but you knew how to manipulate me into thinking you loved me. To this day I still wonder if you were lying when you used to say “I love you.” You knew the soft spot I had for you and you used me. With all of the horrible things you’ve done to me, i’d still willingly run back to you if i had the option. I miss every positive interaction we shared. I’m not sure if i’m ready to forgive you yet, but I always wish you the best. I love you forever.