So you ended it yet again. Every other time you ended it, you regretted it and wanted me back. This time, it feels different. You aren’t checking up on me as much, you aren’t even trying to talk to me. I wonder if you’ve been spending time with that girl from your past, the one you told me you still think is “hot.” It feels horrible that you could love me so much one week and the next, I’m not even in your life anymore. It’s as if I never existed to you. One year and a half I’ve wasted on you…