When we first started to talk, the butterflies I got were insane. You made me feel so special, so nice. The light in your eyes could light up a room. after that one day..your light began to shine for her instead. Yet you continued to lead me up and down. I hate that you were my first kiss, my first cuddle (romantic). I hate that you called me pretty and I believed you. I hate that you two get to be something, while we got to be nothing. it felt so much more than nothing.