I know we were young but you’re still in my head. I kinda hate you to be quite frank. I cant look at other guys the way I looked at you because it’s still you for me. When people ask me about crushes my head always goes back to you. I thought I was over you. I spent so long hung up on you and here I am again, going full circle and wanting you. For some reason I still hope we’ll meet again even though I know we won’t. I hated the way we ended. Maybe if I fought a little harder for you. Maybe. But I’ll end it here and say I miss you.