We used to talk all day, everyday. We used to FaceTime on your break, on your way home, before you got in the shower, while you played the game. We used to send goodnight texts and say I love you to each other. We used to wake up in the mornings before work/school to good morning texts and ‘I love yous’. I used to go to bed at night dreaming about us cuddling. I used to smile like crazy when I heard you call me pretty and beautiful. My heart used to pound when I saw your name light up my phone. I used to feel loved.
Now I feel like an object.