I loved you. I told you that everyday, even when we fought. You broke up with me saying "you wanted to be single and wanted to live alone" which is fine, but it hurt in the moment. My entire world came crashing down, I was so certain you were my person, everything was different with you. I thought we were growing together.

Weeks after that, we started talking again and started hooking up, it became a little something more as we started talking everyday again, using emojis, and calling each other nicknames. Even to this day when we talk, we call each other "nerd". Then, you said you didn't want to talk anymore because "I made you be guilty or feel guilty whenever you talked to me". Then, we started talking again and even hooked up.

The other night, you sent me a snapchat, alluding to the fact you wanted someone there to comfort you. I just want you to say the words, say that you miss me. Stop being so fucking proud.

I love you, and I think I will for a very long time. It hurts, and I know it hurts for you too, so why not admit it?