No matter how many months passed by, I’m still not over it. I’m not over the fact that you treated me less than every other girl that walked by or that you kept me guessing every second. I’m not quite too sure why I let my walls come tumbling down when it came to you. What made you so special from the rest? That’s all I ever asked myself. You didn’t deserve my efforts and wasted months, years even. I wonder why I still miss you until this very day and I question why things ended before anything could start.