heyy.. so you were the first person to give me butterflies after years of being hurt by others. and that night you said "goodnight love" i thought I was something to you. but unfortunately it meant nothing. days passed you talked to me less and less. you stopped saying goodnight. you went from good morning to gm. you leave me on delivered for hours. you gave me a little hope- a purpose to live- then crushed it. i thought maybe God had finally seen that I was in need of someone and he had seen that I was hurting and that he had brought me you. but I guess that wasn't it. but what did I expect right. i always get hurt. maybe that's just my purpose on this world.