I love you. When I said it I wasn’t joking. When you asked me if it was mutual when we decided to break up I lied. I cried every night that week, I got upset when you left. I would lie awake for hours thinking about what ifs. How it could have been if I haven’t of been so unstable. I liked you a lot and I felt things could have worked. I just couldn’t open up. I just couldn’t be myself. I wasn’t working on myself enough for you to see me. I feel like all you saw of me was just a mask of instability rather than the things I actually am. I love you and I miss what we could have been so much.