I would always reread our messages and prayed that they meant something to Him. I searched for a sign that I was someone special. I couldn't decrypt your messages.
Did I mean anything?
Do I mean anything?
Was I special to you?
Am I special to you?
I loved you...
I still love you...
Sophomore year was hell. I spent the year comparing my figure, my mentality, my attitude to a snake's. She made me feel worthless. She made me feel disgusting. She made me feel like I wasn't good enough.
Can she really love you like me...?
