You and I made a connection I wholeheartedly doubted. And maybe my doubts are part of the reason we’re here. But I miss you. I miss when you looked at me with sparkly eyes. I miss the way you made me feel. The purity of your care. I miss you. And I hate how cold you’ve turned toward me. I hate how you can ignore me, and lose me and not bat an eye. I hate that per your request, I let you in. And you let me down. I hate that you were supposed to be, FINALLY, my safe love. And that’s it. I lost you. I hate feeling this way. I fucking miss you. And I want you. I want to start again, and be good. And happy. But that will never happen again, as your mind is set. I wish you the best and I hope that life and God allow us to cross paths again.