When something bad happens to me, the only person that I think about telling? YOU.
Because you were there for me to listen, and tell me everything’s going to be okay. You showed that you actually cared.
I know I have my family and friends to talk to, but it’s different when I tell you about everything.
You came into my life unexpectedly. You made me feel special, and important. I was so happy when we’re together, you were perfect. We were perfect.
I thought everything will work out between us, but next thing I know..it’s over. I hate the fact you gave up so easily, and you rather break it off than fixing it.
It still hurts knowing that you’re not coming back to me anymore. It hurts that you already found someone else..
You still linger in my memory. I guess I’m too attached and I can’t let go.
I miss you.