Whenever I first met you, I should have known you were no good for me. I knew you weren’t the type of person I would ever see myself with. As high school came around the corner and I began to hang around you Sophomore year, I soon grew feelings for you. Why? I don’t exactly know, but I did. It was something about your wreckless ways that I was drawn to you. I grew a very noticeable crush on you and any time I was around you, I wanted to just kiss you. I wanted to kiss those lips of yours. Your eyes, oh my gosh your eyes. So bright and so blue. So gorgeous. Your ears were always a little funny, but they were cute on you. That scar on the left side of your face was also something I always noticed. As we began to talk and text, you opened up to me and told me things that I had no idea about. You told me so much about your life and why you were the way you were about things. I understood this, but I also saw all the hurt in you and I wanted to help. You’re psycho, for lack of better words and I really wanted to help “fix” you. So I tried. After us dating for eight months and you stealing my virginity, I was so in love with you it was something I could not control. All the fighting and bickering was useless and beyond ridiculous. I can remember the one fight where you had just got out of the shower and you and I had already been fighting and you started throwing things. You swiped your mirror where I had wrote that I loved you. Because well, I did. I very much was in love with you and to this day when people ask me if I still am.. I don’t know how to answer them. I want to say, “No, I am over him.” But that would be a lie. A lie that I can’t confidently say. Some days I’m glad we’re over and some days I really miss you. But you constantly mess with my feelings and you constantly play with my head and I don’t deserve that. But, I also can’t get that wrapped around my head. I just, I wish that things could have been different between us. We could have worked. We should have worked. I still care..