Dear You,
I loved you. I needed you. And at the worst time, you left me. All alone. You said that you’d be there for me whenever. You said I was the only one. Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone else? You seemed so perfect for me. And there were times when I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life. Your eyes glittered whenever you saw me. You made me feel wanted, important. And then one day, After a long night of giving love to each other, I wake up, and you aren’t there. All you left was a note. A note. And to think I gave you all of me. To think I let someone like you take away my purity. To think I gave you all my love plus more. It hurts so bad inside because you were such a huge part of who I was. Now I am all alone. You were the only person that loved me and now… even I don’t love myself. You left me for someone better probably. She is most likely rich and skinny and smart. And here I am. Sitting in my lonely apartment, crying over you two months later.
Me