How fucking could you? 24 hours ago you were telling me you loved me and 12 hours ago you were telling me you don't love me anymore. I can't even go on my fucking phone with out thinking of you because the 2 scratches on my screen were from when I was with you. and as I'm writing this I've realised my screen saver is still your smile from one of your many calls. I wish I could call you because I need to hear your voice because it makes me so happy. I keep reading the messages from last night wanting to change what I said wanting to fight for you to stay with me. I keep getting snapchats from the girls and every time I hear the notification I think it's you. I went to say good morning to you but I couldn't because you don't love me anymore but I'm still so in love with you it hurts. I keep looking at your photos because I miss your face so much. I miss you so much.
