No one has ever hurt me the way you did, yet I still miss you. I don’t know why you asked me to be yours again and then put no effort in, proceeding to break up with me again. I don’t know why you don’t care, or why you tell everyone the bad things I did but never what you did. I don’t think I deserved how you treated me, but I still want to destroy myself over it. Regardless, for some reason, I’ll never stop loving you.