When I met you I felt like I knew you in another life. Then came the shitty cowardly break up text, the manipulation, the club incident, and the many painful morsels that followed. I lost you when you lost yourself cause you changed kid and not for the better. Life is too short to live it leaving space for your periodical cameos. I found my new love and he’s not a scummy lawyer, it’s almost been three years I haven’t forgotten what it felt like to find you and to be convinced that I had met a part of my soul. One day you’ll text me “wyd” but I’ll legit be 30 and you’ll be blocked.