I know purple is was your favorite color and maybe it still is. I hope it is, because I want to feel like I still know part of you. I really miss hanging out in your car, listening to the the cure or pierce the veil or laying down on the street at midnight talking for hours. You were the first person I let near me and you showed me why I didn’t let anyone come close to me before. You broke me in so many ways and I had so many reasons to be angrier but I couldn’t cause I loved you and I don’t regret any second of loving you. Remember the letter I wanted to send? I was almost done with it but then I found out about the other girl. All these pages, I still have them. I wrote my heart out about hoe much I loved you but you never got to see them. And now you’re back with your ex who of course listens to pierce the veil too. Two cheaters have found each other. I can’t get over the fact that you just used me to get over her even though I really want to believe that you loved me. Did you know I’m coming to visit next year? We’re probably never going to see each other ever again anyways and that’s okay because even tho a part of me wants to, I never want to feel the pain ever again and be reminded of that old version of me and you. I’m so scared to come back to the place that meant so much to me because I connect it with you. You destroyed everything for me and you’re probably never going to read this anyway or think about me. However, you still haunt me in my dreams. I told myself I’m leaving you behind in the new year but in the first night already you showed up in my dream after months of healing. We were dancing like we were when we first met each other but this time you didn’t see me and walked straight past me. It’s like you didn’t want to see me. I wonder if you think or dream about me too sometimes? It makes me so mad because I don’t even miss you or want you back, infact I think you were right about me not liking guys. I just miss the old version of you, the one I could tell anything, my friend. I wish I didn’t get to know the real you. The liar in you. You really did learn from your dad. However, I’m not wasting my time anymore I just wanted you to know that you are the worst person for what you did to me and I hope it haunts you. I never really loved you. At least not the real you.