I love everything about you to the way you hum along to songs when you don't know the next lyric to the way you would find out what I like and pretend to like it. But loving you hurts it hurts a lot when you stopped loving me ages ago, i know I wasn't the best girlfriend nor friend but I don't under stand the point of staying in my life, getting my hopes high. but I don't know what I would do if you weren't in my life. I try to get over you by thinking about all the shity things you've done, or by talking to other guys but they aren't the same. you stayed, you never talked about my body none the less sex unless I bought it up. You actually loved me and I didn't care so I'm sorry I'm really sorry Marcos, i love you.