I miss you. No, let me correct that, i missed the old you. The old you who loved me. The old you who treated me nice. I wonder though if the old you ever existed or was it just a figment of my imagination. Love is blind, very, very blind. I know what it’s like to be with you. I know what’s it like to be without you. You keep breaking up with me and coming back, that i wonder how many times will it take until you figure out either you want to be with me or you don’t. You can’t just keep taking all the benefits from a relationship but turn your back on the responsibility that comes with it. I can’t keep breaking up and starting again. I am getting over you, i would like to get on with my life now….