I know it’s February and we broke up in November, but I’m still upset about it. I don’t know how long it will take for me to get over this. Maybe I never will, I mean you were my first love. My first kiss. My first lover. I thought you and I would be together for a long time because you said so yourself. I believed you. I really did. I miss you so much it drives me insane. I think about you all the time. You also visit me in my dreams quite often. We were together for a short amount of time, but it seemed so right even when I had doubts. I loved you. I still love you, but man I really fell for you that summer. You were my best friend for 3 years and going into senior year you finally like me back. You and I were so close, so young and free. We would talk everyday and now it’s like you dropped off the face of the Earth, never to be heard from again. Every night I talk to you in my head, hoping that you will hear me calling for you to come back.
I’m not going to lie, I tried to like another guy in hopes of getting over you and it failed. He didn’t have your touch, your kiss, or your sense of humor. He was a nice guy, but it didn’t feel right. I wonder if I ever will meet the “right” guy, but a part of me will always think that you were. We are complete opposites, but we are both old souls. You know that. It’s kind of pathetic how I still want to be with you and I’m still waiting for you to wander back into my life. I wish that day would come soon. You were like apart of my family and when we broke up, it’s like you died suddenly.