i still have the list of films we were supposed to watch. you took down the drawing i made for you. you are the only one i think about, i cry most nights wishing you were next to me. i dont know how to live knowing how much happier i was with you. i don't think you care, well not as much as me. you were perfection, like literal perfection. you don't know how special you actually are and i think you used that to hurt me. im so in love with you, everything else seems grey in comparison. i love you.
