That I'm the one who's waking up in tears, falling asleep remembering the good times and missing you every single day when you're probably out there already having moved on with someone new. Because it's been 8 weeks to the day and I still care about you like it was yesterday. I fucking hate it, I hate caring about you. I hate thinking about you. I hate missing you. After all this time I wish I could just forget you and all our memories. I hate that I love you even though I thought I didn't while we were together. I hate that there's so many things I could've said but didn't. I hate that you promised you'd never hurt me but did. That you said you'd never let me down but did. That you said you'd never make me feel not good enough but eventually you did. I hate what your ex's did to you and how they treated you. I hope you realise I treated you a lot better than they did because you're the first person I've ever felt this way about. My first boyfriend. And it was over before it started. Even though it's been 2 months I still remember all the little details. The way I felt when you hugged me. I don't wanna feel this way anymore 😪 I wish someone could help 😓