With everything, I won't let this go.

You came back to me last night.


And for the first time in almost a year, you want to be well, us again. But there's a problem with that, because I've changed. I'm confident, stronger, happier. The girl I was before I even knew who you were. You're still the same boy I met when I was fifteen. You're still the boy who made me believe we were going to be more than a last minute hang out. You're still the boy that made me cry myself to sleep every night for almost six months. You are still that boy who broke my heart. I'd be lying if I said I don't miss arguing with you over who's better - Wonder Woman or Iron Man. Or, going over to your house and making mystery food with me being the guinea pig, and half of what we made me was complete shit. How about the time we laid together in bed while you played the guitar and sang "With Me" - our song. Of course I miss laying under piles of blankets watching stupid movies with you all day and making love on occasion. I miss you, I miss us. Deep down I know you haven't changed and you're probably just fucking with my mind again. So why do I want to try this out again? Maybe to see if I even still have feelings for you or if it's just curiosity getting the best of me. I don't want to cry over the same old shit again, I don't know if love is in the cards that life has dealt us. But my heart misses you and honestly...so does the rest of me.