I hate that you were right. That there is so little I can be upset about because you were right. We’ve been dead in the water for a while. We don’t talk. We didn’t talk. We can’t have this be what we end this year, end college with. Just last week I said I would love you forever, but I don’t know if that’s true. I think I was scared of moving on. of you moving on. I have felt more free in the past two days then I have since last June. I’ve felt like I’ve been floating. Happy. I can’t promise this feeling will even last through the weekend, but I’m done crying for you. I’ve cried for you so many times. I want last Sunday night to be the last time. The last time I leave your room. The last time I cry over you. The last time you have the power to make me feel like I am less amazing than I truly am. 

we live in a generation of not being in love and not being together. But we sure make it feel like we’re together because we’re scare to see each other with somebody else…