I miss your smile. Your giggle. The way you stick your tongue out when something is really funny. Your eyes. Your hugs. Your kisses. The way you think. The way you’d pull my strings just to make me think. The way you challenged me. The way you walk. The way you… Everything. Every. Single. Fucking. Thing. Not one thing about every day reminds me of you. Everything I look at reminds me that you don’t want me anymore. And I can’t stand it. I’ve tried moving on. Legit. I didn’t LOOK for someone, but when they came along I gave them a chance. Then I’d be alone and you’re all I think about. Again. You’re like a fucking trap. You pulled me in, no problem, and I told you I couldn’t leave. I TOLD you you would have to pry me from you and you thought I was joking. I told you everything. I gave you everything I had. I did everything I could but it was never good enough. Never. And that makes me want to hate you, but the second I think I’m over you, I hear your voice in my head just like the last night we were together saying “I don’t want you to ever give up on me”. I can’t believe I fell in love with you, and I never even told you.