I remember when I told you how much I missed your kisses when we were apart for almost a month. your response was “You’re so weird”, but you followed it with this look of joy. I couldn’t be mad at such a beautiful face and such a handsome smile. The only thing I could think about afterwards was the way I wanted to describe your kisses to you. they were like a drug, it was like a shot of the smoothest liquor. Everytime we kissed my heart fluttered with joy like it knew I was kissing my soulmate, the only sad part to this story is that I wasn’t your soulmate and that’s why I’m sitting here writing this out now instead of telling you. I wish I was telling you, I wish we were looking at the moon and I was telling you this at the moment, but I’m not because you moved on with your life and I’m still trying to learn how to move on from my future with you.

I remember the day you told me you didn’t want to be with me anymore, but felt like you had to stay because I always begged you to come back. That day I realized I was the only one doing any loving. To you, I was just some stupid girl to **** and smoke up because your life was rough and loving someone must’ve been too much of a burden on your heart. You used me for your own temporary happiness and now I’m wondering how I was so blind to being used for so long? I told you I loved you and you told me to make myself hate you. I gave you my entire heart, and the only thing you ever gave me that’s memorable is the way you kissed me. The way you kissed me, oh my. It was the only time I could actually tell you were feeling me as much as I was feeling you, but were not together anymore and I need to find someone who kisses me that way and means every word they say.