i hate it when you say bad things about him, i hate it when you say i could do better and i hate it when you say you don't want me to see him. because you didn't see the look in his eyes when he said 'i never want to treat you the way i did' and you didn't feel his arms around you as he said it. you haven't seen his scars, and you don't know why they're there. you haven't seen the messages he's sent me saying how much he loves me, trusts me and cares for me. you haven't looked straight into his eyes as he repeats the words from my messages. and you know what else? he's there for me, as in actually there for me. i know he'll do what it takes to see me, while you are miles and miles away without a job or money and it looks like it's going to be like that for awhile. for the past two or three years you say the same thing. 'i'm going to get a job and come see you soon. we'll have christmas together, we'll stay up late and watch movies together. maybe even get together and i'll finally get to see you.' and you don't. you haven't even fucking tried to come see me. i'm fifteen, i have school, my friends, my family, my last year of high school. this year is going to be huge for me, so don't ask me hurry up and get a job. you're almost eighteen, what the hell man. some of the things you do to me are so unfair. i've realised for awhile now that the things you say are going to happen, won't. that your promises, will break. and that you, will never be mine. i guess you could say i'm giving up on what you and i could have but never will.