i miss talking to you everyday, i hate that i started to believe you truly liked me. all those months i couldn't bring myself to believe you had feelings because i thought you were just going to hurt me. but then you ended things. i just wish you would've waited. you have no idea how much it hurts to see you with her. you and her are what we were supposed to be. i never met anyone like you before, but apparently i only saw you through rose colored glasses because you ended up being exactly what i was afraid of. fuck you. i miss you.