I miss the way you used to talk to me. We'd talk for hours about nothing and I could tell that you genuinely wanted to talk to me. Now we talk for 5 minutes at a time and I can't tell if you even want to be there anymore.Awww I know that feeling
My memory loves you. I remember the way you used to cherish me, the way your eyes lit up when you saw me. The way my heart sang when our hands and lips met. My heart, it will never be the same. I loved you
I had manners. I was fairly attractive. I was funny. My life fell apart when I was diagnosed with stupid fucking breast cancer. I don't give a fuck if I have manners, my looks were destroyed. I lost my sense of humor.