I find it weird how I always go back to you, i dont think I'm still in love with you, i think i just miss the thought of being in love with you. Although maybe I do miss being in love with you, maybe I do miss your soft hair and how I used to play with it as we hugged, maybe I do miss our days out where we'd laugh endlessly and have so much fun, maybe I regret everything that I did toward the end. I know I caused a lot of pain in that time, not only for you but for your friends and those around me. You were my first real love, and I'll always miss you, no matter how I think of who you are with in the future, even though I know itll be with him. I miss you.