i never thought i could feel the day i did about someone until i met you, and it broke me. i still think about your empty promises; you never tried to fix it. i resent the idea of love because of the way you hurt me, but at the end of the day i still miss you. i want nothing more than to be close to you again, i wish we still spoke. i worry i’ll never meet someone like you. i don’t think i’ve ever had a friend like you before, and i worry i never will again. i love and miss you. P.S. green is better than purple, please keep in touch