I wonder every single day if I will always love you. I hope it’s not true, because I can’t be with you. Every day I fight with myself; I fight the longing, the aching. The worst part is, that even if you have changed, I could never truly forgive you for everything. Despite the jealousy, the manipulation, the tears and the pain, I know you loved me. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever find anyone who loved me like you did, and that’s what scares me most of all.