ashton was so kind. when i got upset, he'd hold me in his strong arms until i'd fall asleep, his strong grip somehow comforting. when i harmed myself, he'd clean me up and perform first aid, whispering sweet nothings to me as he did it. when i went to the mall to spend my money on clothes, cds, and shoes, he'd help me pay my rent for the month.
ashton always wanted what was best for me, and so he'd make sure i never drank too much or ended up not being able to make my rent or feed myself. he was my knight in shining armour, and he made me feel loved and wanted.
michael says that he was in love with me and so he did things any sane person wouldn't have done. i disagree. ashton and i were amazing until he changed his mind. he left me to go fucking nuts, and last time i stalked him on social media he seemed too fine. how could he be so fine while i'm a wreck? it isn't fair.
ashton needs to come back. i miss him.