i loved you, and i don’t think i can say confidently you felt the same. you’d text me and tell me you wanted to be with me, but the next day you’d go mess around with my cousin. i still remember the day after we broke up, i saw you kissing her. you told her you loved her right after breaking my heart. why? was i not good enough? it’s been 2 years since then but i still think about it. sometimes more than others. i’m sorry if i did something for you to hate me.
