I still haven’t figured out what your Spanish message was, the one you said that first night we talked, and it’s really eating at my mind that I can’t, I should be over this, I should be over you, but it’s hard to, when you’re somebody I don’t really want to be over in the first place. If you had told me how u felt so long ago, I would’ve given up everything in a moment, just to be with you. There was something about you I couldn’t forget, that I couldn’t erase from my mind. It doesn’t matter if I want to move on, I have to. I would run away with you in a second back then, but we are not back then anymore, and we are strangers now. And honestly, were we ever not strangers? You never told me how u felt, and honestly, it was too late. It is too late. Maybe one day I’ll get to meet you again, and we can become more than strangers. Oh and you’re not a hoe, sorry for calling you one, sometimes I say things I don’t mean. Goodbye hoe. Kidding, u aren’t a hoe