It sent butterflies in my stomach, every time I hear your voice, or just saw your name. You meant a whole lot to me, I was crying when I saw your letter, when I heard your voice. Feeling as tons of swirling emotions filled me, Loneliness, happiness, despair, hate. All the memories of us, kept playing in my head, from when we first met, to when we parted, to present. It’s not something pleasant to recall about, not something to talk about to others, not something I would want to go through. Life is pretty ironic. Like seriously, it makes you swear you’ll never want to do it again, yet at the same time, it urges you to just bet on it once more.

Maybe it’s just me; I don’t really care either way.