I miss him. My first love. My first boyfriend. I gave him a lot of my firsts and I am happy I did. We broke up. The relationship was wonderful but it wasn’t functional. He’s studying now and I’m here wondering what’s he’s doing. I just want to be with him and share his excitements. His joys. And his woes. It’s been 2 months and I still love him as the day I met him. We’ve been together for 7 months but that was enough for me to fall head over heels. He was amazing, kind, one of the best people I know. He understood me. He cared about me. And he loved me. I still want to think he still cares about me. But I don’t know. I’m not him and he’s not me. I want to be friends with him but that’s out of the option. I’m hurting. I cry almost every night thinking about what could have been. The what ifs. I want to move on so I can start healing. But I also don’t want to move on because I love him. I was depressed suicidal and he gave me hope. He took some of it away and the hope left in me is longing for him. I love him. I love you my sweet sir knight Potato. I wanted to die before I met you because o have nothing.. now I want to die because I lost something important and is a piece of me.