At this time, 2 months ago exactly, you kissed me for the first time.

And kissing someone never felt so right or so real.

I thought we were meant to be, meant to last.

But here we are, 2 months later, and I feel you slowly and silently leaving.

But the ghost of you follows me everywhere.

Even when I sleep.

I'm so hung up over you that I cannot possibly think of anything else.

You flood my thoughts every second of everyday.

I want my life back, my independence back...

You stole my heart, and now I want it back.