I'm me, you are you. You used to love me. I know you won't see this, but in hopes that you do. I hate that feeling of anxiousness, I hate the feeling of regret, I hate the feeling of guilt. But you have moved on, god damn how I wish I could. But something inside is telling me that there is hope, that it is destine to be. I may be wrong but I won't give up. I don't care if you have or not, I WONT!
