I do miss you and at the same time hate you. But also envious. I envy you because of the way people sheep you. How no matter what you do wrong and how much you frustrate them, they all come running back to you like a shepherd with his sheep. I’m also jealous, jealous of when you talk or even look at other girls, jealous of when my friends choose you over me, jealous of how throughout everything you are still wanted. I hope that one day you find someone who will let you treat them how you did me. Let you control their every action, let you tell them what they can and can’t wear, let you tell them you love them but always wanting sexual favors from them to make them feel cheap. Even with all these emotions I feel and the conflict we have had since we ended, I still miss you like crazy. I think about you every second of the day. I go onto your Facebook page to see how your going, I think of what we would be like now of we were still together but most of all I miss the way you held me. The way when our lips touched everything felt right. I just wonder weather the decision I made was the right one
