I hate how hard I'm trying for you, especially because it was over before it even started. I miss you.

I acted like I didn't really care when we said we should end it. I really did care. So much that I was crying myself to sleep, scared of how I would live without the knowledge that you love me everyday. Without your cute little snaps that always made me smile. Or the hugs that we had. Or the short lived kisses whenever we had the chance. I'm so glad I met you but you're the worse thing that's ever happened to me. I miss you.