I haven’t felt myself in months. I’m not depressed. I’m not even sad. I’m not alone, but I am lonely. And I miss you. That’s the thing about letting people in and opening up to new people. You learn so much about them. You get used to someone. You love they’re company. You learn from them, and you grow from that. So once they leave, you feel lonely. But now, you have memories and thoughts and I truly do believe that’s what kills us. It’s not the bad times, it’s all of the good things. I’ll remember it forever. All of the good things replay in my head all day, I can’t help but to want to make more memories with you. Though, you hurt me. The smiling and laughing and kisses and cuddles outweigh the hurt. All anyone wants is to be happy and he made me happy.