I’m so angry and upset because I still like you, a lot. Mainly because I believed that you were still the same guy that used to talk to me everyday, asking me how I was and checking in. The guy who had enough courage to go to the movies with just the two of us, the same guy I shared my first kiss with in a park on a summer afternoon. You cared so much, I knew it, I remember. But i’m so stupid and naive to think that things would still be the same.