You have so much potential within you and you have a heart greater than anyone I have ever met. You have a since of compassion and humor that is one of your most amazing traits. The ease you have with people when you talk to them and instantly become friends is something I can’t help, but be jealous. You’re charisma and charm is what made you perfect. I look at you and wish that I could be half the person you are becoming. But somewhere along the way, you have lost yourself and that heart I loved. You are back to the old you. The drunken you. The patheic, unconfident, jackass of a man you used to be. Don’t stoop that low and play those games. You’re better than that. I know you. I knew you better than anyone. That’s not you. It’s an act. Grow up and get past this horrible phase. It breaks my heart to see you now, choosing to be a horrible human being and almost forcing yourself to be the beautiful person you are. It’s the most disappointing thing about losing you as not only as a first love, but as my best friend in the world. I thought in the end, you would have stayed the same and I would be jealous of the next girl who stole your heart, but now I pity her and wish you she would be lucky enough to see the real you. I cried every day for three months about you. I couldn’t eat or sleep. I felt like my body was dying. Now seeing you I feel embarrassed to have ever felt that way. But I will still miss everything we had and always will. I loved you. I miss the old you.