it wasn't that you really left me that hurt me the most. you were absent before that. I wanted the guy that fell in love with me. the guy who stayed up in his hotel on the dc trip to tell all your friends why you love me. your friends told me how lovestruck you were. or the guy who would send me long morning paragraphs because I sleep in for 4 hours extra on weekends but you like to wake up at 6am. the guy who told all of his friends to stop taking photos of me and post it because I'm insecure about my image. the guy who fed my endless addiction of sour patch kids whenever he could because it makes me happy. or sends photos of his dogs and him cuddling because it's my favorite thing in the world. what happened to him? what happened to the guy who ran up to me in the halls to hold my hand and kiss me? the guy who called me babygirl, your girl in front of your friends, princess, your queen, angel and "future mrs. *his last name*". where was the guy who dreamed of a life with me? and why did you become the guy who took that dream away?
*featuring the end of my breakup on text*