It’s the last week of school, and as much as you angered me, made me feel stupid for caring about you, and how bad you tore me apart, I still think of you. You’ve always visited me in my dreams, it’s like you want to hurt me even when I’m unconscious. I’ve learned so much about you in the past 5 months that have felt like 5 minuets. You’ve gotten me to a point where I had no self control and you never had a clue what pain you were putting me through. Your words have torn me apart but yet whenever I hear your voice i feel a mix of hatred and the feelings of needing you. I relive the memories that that left me falling for you so rapidly, I felt like I couldn’t breath. But you still had no clue. I had no clue what you were capable of doing to me. You might never know how bad you’ve hurt me. I always hoped that you would someday feel the same hurt you put me through. But I can’t hate you, even after what you put me through. I just want one last dream with you, back in that room, back on that green grass. I need that version of you again, I need you. But you’ll never need me, and that’s okay. I don’t know what the word is to describe how I felt about you, I don’t want to say that I love
