Even after all the hurt you put me through, I still love you. I still manage to remind you that I’ll always be here for you. I still text you every once in a while to see how you’re doing. It’s funny because every time I do text you, your goal is to make me sad in some way, when I’m just trying to keep all the promises I made to you and check up on you and see how you’re doing. You like to tell me about all the new girls in your life, you don’t even care to think how it makes me feel when you tell me about all these new girls you have in your life. It makes me feel shitty and it makes me feel worthless because I loved you so much and I still do and you don’t even give a fuck. At this point I don’t even know what I’m trying to say anymore I just miss the old you and I need him back in my life

Where did he go? (via babyleft)