My words just seem to be so useless. It’s useless to even try. You’re there. I’m here. My heart is there with you, though. You moved fast, and I’m still left behind, waiting. I still have hope in my heart that you will come back. I still look at our photographs and remember why and when we took each picture, and begin to realize what we had is no longer in the palm of my hands. You tell me you remember how we used to be. You tell me you were really willing to give me another chance, but I messed up with my bad mistake. We talk almost every day, through text or phone, just random chats about whatever, but you’re not mine… And I’m still yours. I wish it didn’t have to be like this. I wish we were okay. You tell me my love is to strong for you to handle at the age you’re at, and you just want to have fun and be able to be ‘free’. I want you to be happy and if that makes you happy, okay… I guess I have to live with it. I’m just so bummed out that I am not the one who is making you happy… I’m so used to feeling this way every day, that when I’m happy, I feel like it’s not right. I hate being such an emotional wreck. I guess that’s just life when you’re a girl.