I was 16, and dumb. I was in love for the first and only time thus far... and he was everything to me. Since he has broken my heart almost everyday since the day he broke up with me. I can't look at a picture without losing my smile and taking a deep breath. It's a lot better now, I don't talk about him much anymore.. hardly ever. But when I do.. BAM. I remember only the good times. Only the times when I was the happiest person, only the times when he would hold my hand, or tell me he loved me. I keep hoping for someone to make me feel like that again.. but I'm losing hope. I miss him and if I could have Him back.. I would take all the bad times back too. I still have yet to even feel close.
I found the one.. I found that one-sided love. It fucking killed me
