We were so in love.

I miss you, it's 3.12AM on an early Wednesday morning and I miss you.

I looked through all the old screenshots of the snapchats you send to me, and also the screenshots of our old conversations. We really, really did love each other didn't we? 

I see you come online but you don't talk to me anymore. You say you still want to know what goes on in my life, you say you still want me to be apart of yours but you don't even try to do any of that.

You say so many things but you don't do them.

I remember how you said one of the things that made me special was that I was quirky. I hope you don't forget my insane obsession with bubble tea and my need to add cheese to my korean ramen. I hope when you see these things, it'll remind you of me.

I keep writing and writing and writing. I can't seem to stop, everytime I think I have new content. But I suppose it will when I eventually stop crying over you.

A part of me doesn't want to, a part of me doesn't want to say goodbye. A part of me still wishes you'd come back, and actually mean what you said the last time. But what are the odds?

I guess all that really matters is that at some point in time, we were both very in love. We were each other's world.

I know I need to move on. I'll try, I swear.