When you told me you moved on you sledgehammered my heart all over again. There are nice guys but I can’t let them in :(. I cried after forced conversations because they weren’t you. I miss my best friend. No one has your freckles :( or quirks or hair or laugh or smile or moxie or intelligence. If you ever visit this site you’d probably only write to the girl before me and never to me. Still, I love you. Though it feels like I will never be ready to date again at least I won’t hurt someone by using them as a rebound. When I’m ready...I am sure there is someone out there. I hope someday someone loves me enough to have me be their first choice.
