I f****** loved you . Honestly I think I still do . Or maybe it was the idea of you. I know I shouldn’t because your heart is not mine but another’s. I miss our talks, plus we were never anything. That would be wrong and hurt to many. I hate my self for liking you and I hate myself for not ever being able to let you know, I hate myself because I even wanted you to know in some way. Seeing you is like seeing your best friend from high school you don’t talk to anymore. F****** bittersweet! You remember them with a smile on your face and all the s*** you did. Then the feeling of sadness hits because you don’t even remember why you fell out in the first place and it s**** . Bitter f****** sweet!