When I was 14, you told me you loved me. You told me one day we will be married, and be happy. You told me that when I turned 18 we could be together. We could be out, and happy. Guess what. I’m 20 now, you haven’t even spoken to me in YEARS. Why? I go and view your photos almost everyday. I still love you. I’m still absolutely crazy over you. I know I can love you like no other. You’ve hurt me SO much, so so much. But I’ve forgiven you! I just wish everything would go back to the days where we laid in bed together, and watched your silly movies. I wish things would go back to how they were. Damn it. I love you. I love you. Why have you done this to me?!? I just don’t understand. You’re still my everything. Even though I’m now engaged to someone else, and I now live 300miles away. You’re still my everything. And I will never love anyone as much as I love you. And if the time came, and you came to tell me you love me and want me back, I would drop everything to be back with you. I’m so pathetic.