Van

Van was my first love, someone I loved talking to, venting to, listening to, hanging with, playing roblox with, honestly I loved every single second we had together. We had a lot in common and I loved finding out about all the fun things we shared. But I also hate Van. I hate Van for making me love him so unbelievably much that I honestly lost my concept of love. I’m desperate to find a love like Van again. I hate Van because he made me think he loved me, when he never did. He didn’t even like people my gender. I hate him because I won’t be in a functional relationship because of him. I hate you Van, and I hate that I still love you and miss our sweet conversations.

I miss Van