I'm finally understanding why you meant so **** much.

Why I still find you in the cobwebbed corners of my mind.

You were the only one, out of all the guys in my past, that has actually liked me, for me

The others, they saw my ***, and were instantly drawn in.

For you, my body was a plus, an advantage to being with me.

It was the first time I had ever been touched by a guy, and it was also the last time I was loved for more than my body.

You knew me for more than a big ****, but
you still didn't want me

When I broke up with you (or did you break up with me? It happened so many times in my head, I'm not really sure how we ended)

When we broke up, you weren't just breaking up with my body, like everyone since you had, you were breaking up with my personality.

I can change my body, but my personality is permanent.

That's why you meant, mean, so much to me. You not only rejected my body, but you rejected me

**I finally figured it out