I’m still in love with you, I don’t think I ever won’t be. It’ll be a year since we broke up in a week or so, and I still get butterflies when you laugh, or when I see your eyes. One of my biggest regrets was being a bad girlfriend toward you, because out of everyone else after you, I loved you the most. Maybe it was because you were my first real relationship, could that be it? I don’t know, but I can tell you one thing, I wouldn’t have half the friends I have now if it weren’t for you, so I guess everyone comes into your life for a reason, right?
