I still love you. That’s a strong start, I know, but fuck, it’s true. You were perfect, always and throughout the whole relationship up until the last week. Why? Why did we actually break up? Why did you waste no time in going out with new dudes, only a few days. I don’t want you back, and sometimes I wish we never even got together, but that dosent change the fact that I loved every second of us, and I still love you. I think I always will.