Wish You Were Here

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on. I didn't ever think even in my wildest dreams that I, myself, someone like me, could ever date someone as soft hearted, beautiful, breath-taking, intelligent, and sweet such as her. She let me be who I was. She was attracted to me and I absolutely adored her. We spent wonderful times together. We didn't date very long, but I cherished every moment I had ever spent with her. But now she's gone, not dead gone, but she's out of my life now, and I regret us ever breaking apart the way we did. I'm not really even sure how we split apart anymore, but the fact is that I still love her. I still can't get her out of my mind. Every time someone talks about love or even mentions the word love, the only thing I can think of is her. She was wonderful to me. We were beautiful together. I loved her so much. I want to hurt myself so bad for ever letting her go. The scariest parts of our relationship, though, was when we were so intimate that we sort of sometimes went a little too far. But it felt so good. It felt good to show each other the affection we wanted toward each other. We told each other we wanted us to be our firsts. I still want it. But she just doesn't care about me anymore. Well don't let me bring you down. I'm gonna go. Talk to you later.