I can’t help it. My feelings stopped growing, but they surely are still there for you. They’ve never left and I don’t think they ever will. My family’s mad at you for breaking my heart twice, but I just refuse to be mad at you as well. I honestly do genuinely love you, and I feel as if you still do too, but you’re just so indecisive. No doubt about me wanting us back, but it all doesn’t matter on me. I hope one day we’ll get us back, and I can’t believe our two years is two months away.. I drunk text you telling you how much I love and miss you; drunken words are sober thoughts, but I just wish i weren’t under the influence to let you know. You drunk text/call me too, but just to talk. You won’t say the things I do, but I bet you think them.. Sometimes I dislike how much I love you, sometimes I hate myself for causing this pain. It isn’t even you doing this to me, it’s me myself and I now.