im only writing this because i feel like i should since you were the first person that i thought of when i thought “first love.” i don’t know if what we had was love, and i know i wouldn’t go back and do it again, and i know i definitely don’t love you now. every time i see you i think of how much i dislike you because of what happened to us. i think of when you posted to your story covering up the whole thing. i think about the fact that you never said you loved me. i think about all that, even though megan says you’ve changed, i don’t think i can look at you in a positive way again because of that weird hell of a relationship we had. i was obsessed with you then, and you barely seemed to care. it’s fine though, i’m not mad at you for it, i just can’t force myself to forgive you. i wish i could. megan obviously could. and now she’s left me too. take care of her i guess.