Remember when we first talked that summer?..it was a midnight, and you sounded tired, I spoke a gentle “hello” and you asked me who I was. I said my name, and that’s when everything began. You were there for me all summer long, you guided me; the girl with the broken heart, you made me feel beautiful when I felt so insecure. I didn’t mind spending all my summer nights having a conversation with you till 5 a.m. I didn’t mind because I loved you. I didn’t mind you fixing the heart that he had broken. The heart that I learned you would also break soon enough. “I love you” you would say, and I would believe you… now you say, “none of the past matters”, but if you only knew that the past is the only thing that matters to me. I write about you, think about you… cry because of you and feel because of you. I wish we could time travel, so I could’ve never met you. I wish I would’ve hung up the phone that night. I wish I never would have let you have my heart. I wouldn’t be broken shedding tears on the ground. If only I would have pressed “end”, that’s where it would have ended… But I didn’t, and now you don’t even care. I spend my days with a heartache, a heartache that hurts more than being stabbed with a sharp knife. One day, perhaps you’ll understand all the pain I’m feeling… Perhaps someday you’ll care. Perhaps someday you’ll be mine again… I love you, and I swear that this is true. -Zugey Bernardino