I should be over you by now, but truth is, I can’t. I’ve tried moving on and healing, but nothing has helped. I loved you with all my heart, but idk why you couldn’t do the same. I still think about you. I think about your eyes, your hair, and that smile of yours. You’re the reason I even wanted kids in the first place. I’ve never felt as feminine as I did when I was with you. I felt genuinely taken care of, even though you weren’t physically here. I hope you’re achieving your dreams, and that you’ve matured. I’ll always love you Daniel, and I hate that.