If you are reading this lemme tell you that I know your talking to Luey or Richard whatever his name might be. How do I know? I have resources. Don’t even deny that you aren’t. Telling me that you still love me while dating him doesn’t prove your true love, it shows how unfaithful you are. If you really cared, you wouldn’t wait so long to talk to me, you would ask me out before anyone else could. You would never let me go. I still love you, I do. And I know its real, I just don’t know if yours is. You say that you have never cried for anyone else, that I’m gorgeous to you no matter what the circumstance. And I tell you that I cried for you, dreamt of you, missed you. I just don’t know anymore. I want to go back to you but there isn’t enough love or care from you. Your absolutely gorgeous and perfect, but I’ve much rather prefer to be loved.
The best thing you will ever have.