I love you.

It's not pathetic that I cried myself to sleep for two months after you left. It's not pathetic that I went and threw that stupid necklace in the pond, or went to church every week and prayed to God to just make the pain go away. It's not even pathetic that I blocked you on Facebook after I gave you a second chance. No, what's pathetic is that after all of that, I'm still completely, irrevocably in love with you. And nothing will ever take that way. My heart skipped when you added me on snapchat. I literally stopped breathing when I got your Facebook friend request. I just wish you were my baby. I here my friends gossiping about you, and how "all you want is a girlfriend to love you". That could be me. I will love you until the end of time, regardless of where we end up in life, regardless of how much you don't even care about me. I will always be here waiting for you. For the day you change your mind. I will give you 3rd and 4th chances because you were my everything, and you deserve it. Until then, I will accept the fact that you don't want me anymore, and continue to live my life with one important piece missing: you.