Dear Enrique,
You used to be crazy about me then we started to date, it all changed. You stopped acting like how you did from before we dated. It’s like you stopped trying. I don’t like the new you. I miss you sending me goodmorning messages telling me how you admired different qualities of my face or personality. I miss you calling me every night and talking to me until 3 and 4 in the morning. I miss you never making me angry, or me never making you angry. I miss when you didn’t explain pointless things to me for no reason. I miss when you didn’t think I was a bitch for only saying little comments here and there. I miss when you told me ‘I love you” for the first time.

We moved, wayyyyyyyyyyy too fast. I don’t regret anything, I love where we are, I just wish it would’ve gone a little slower,..

I think about the good things, I’ll tell you little stuff, you go to your friends and call me clingy, but I don’t go to my friends and call you an arrogant asshole? No, I don’t…

I’ve never said nothing but good about you. Whether it’s your features, your personality, anything. I’ve never even brought up the fact that you’re stupid step-mother called me a whore to your entire family. Or the fact that there is now a big dent in the dashboard of my new car, thanks to you.

You’re wonderful, you really are. STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE. I’m tired of it.

I fucking miss the old you.
I don’t miss fucking the new you.

Don’t