I keep my hộp thư đến empty, except for all your messages. I feel like a loser, but I read them when I'm sad.

I've stalked you...Quite a few times, actually. Sometimes, I feel annoyed when a part of the conversation is in messages.

I often dream of you. Even though they'll never come true... Like those times when I dream that we're together again.

To everyone, I'm over you. But you're the root of my saddest poems...

I often pray we'll be back again. Then, look back and think we won't.

I have a yêu thích memory of you. The only one I refuse to ever cry about. That's the only one untouched bởi the gần đây turn of even between us.

Lastly, bạn were probably my first love... I know how wannabe I sound. But that's something I believe.