I don’t know how many times I’ve written one of these. It’s honestly kinda pathetic I’m still here. You have a girlfriend and you’re happy. I always said that I wouldn’t care as long as you were happy I’m a liar. I care so much. My heart still flutters when you say my name. When you talk to me and I meet your gaze I want to cry and smile at the same time. My heart can’t choose whether to be happy or sad. I really love you. Never in the past tense because I don’t think I’ll ever get over you.