He always made me smile.
Every time I was around him I got the butterflies.
We stayed up late to talk on the phone.
Every time I thought about him or talked about him, I liked him more and more.
I was crazy about him.
We hung out. We cuddled.
We watched movies.
He taught me things I didn't know.
He showed me things I hadn't ever seen.
I never had so many feelings for one person like I did for him...
He held me. He kissed me.
His skin was so soft. His lips were perfect.
*I thought he was perfect!*
He was so gentle.
I would sit with him and hold him like he'd disappear if I let go.
Every trouble, every doubt, and every pain was gone as soon as I saw him and we locked eyes.
Everything bad disappeared when he held me.
I was so safe, I was so secure.
But he started to question my love for him.
He had doubts.
He said I had trust problems…
...all because I had a dream of him cheating on me...
Every girl has trust problems.
We all get paranoid.
We got into a fight. I cried.
Then after a few deep breaths I cried some more.
I called him to see what was on his mind,
and before I knew it...it was over.
...he stopped loving me...
The room spins and I feel sick just by thinking about what happened between us.
His favorite thing/person used to be me.
I wish it still was.
I guess I wasn't good enough.
I have too many flaws.
...but it’s all over now...
...its time I tried to move on...
