I miss you. I miss your eyes. I miss your smile. I miss your face. But most importantly I miss how you used to treat me . Now I hate you . I tried so hard to put in effort and you neglected it . You can’t neglect something that YOU asked for. I hate walking by you in the halls. Walking past each other is so weird. I don’t like how i see you from far down the hall to avoid you. You look at me and walk past me like you weren’t thinking of me . And I know that you were cs I would’ve too. I just really wish you didn’t break contact between us. I miss how you would always always always make me laugh . You have a ways with words and it’s so cute till you used it to manipulate me. Thinking you were flirting with me , actually you were hustling love bombing me. What the actual hell … how could I have been so stupid. I missed it bc of how stupidly your face is I just couldn’t stop thinking about you . It’s late very late to say or do anything to make you talk to me or just “love” me. I just hope you know you’re the reason I relapsed. But I still miss you. I still love you . Just not as before. -🦄