I love you...

This is a true story about me, this story is currently happening

I love you. But do you love me? You tell me you love me.. I'm starting to think its not true. You express that you love me though, but is it really true? All my friend's tell me to break-up with you.. But I don't want to. This may have been the best 5 months of my life, here with you. You and I, met online. We call... we talk a lot. We Skype all the time.. Well not as much as we used to. We just text. You only live an hour away. How come when I text it takes awhile for you to respond? Its because of YouTube, you and your YouTube Channel. Are you cheating on me with YouTube? I think that sometimes. I miss you when you don't answer and I saber the moments you do answer. We don't play video games together that much anymore... I've made friends that I spend more time with then I spend with you(online friends). I always bring up the fact that we don't spend time with each other. You always tell me that you don't sit on your bum all day. But it says your online. And you say you always leave it open. But since we've been dating, I know you keep it off when you leave. Why do you lie to me? Is our love slowly falling apart? I compare our love to glue sometimes. It'll stick to a paper but it'll soon not be able to hold anymore and fall down. If I mention our time that we don't spend time with each other it'll start another fight. A few of our fight's lead to almost breaking up. But one of us soon enough says "I love you, please don't do it." And then we make-up. As I will say again, my friends tell me to break-up with you but if I do I wont move on. I'd spend nights listening to OUR SONG. I'd probably not get another boyfriend for a long time... I just miss you. And how am I supposed to tell you that? When we get into high school will there be different people.. Will you cheat? I know I wont.. I know you won't... I don't think you'd do that... But I know one thing... I... I love you...

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems... I struggle trying to write this. Because its hard to speak about it... and I don't know why I'm just writing about it... I guess its because writing releases pain for me