The Good:

He was always warm. Sex was fantastic. He would tell me stories both real and fake over the phone at night just to get me to fall asleep. Once after a fight he just drove until I was calm because he knew car rides always calmed me down. He always fed me. He was always the dominate one both on the streets and in the sheets. This makes me sound so white but i love it how he always spoke to me in spanish. He knew and loved my family. He always loved showing me off to his friends. We had big dreams together. We both loved music. I was his one and only. He would drop everything in a heart beat to help me. He broke rules for me. He sold his xbox for prom...twice. At times it felt like we were married. He jealousy was cute. I loved his arms, hands, back and lips. He always played with my hair. He was a good cuddle buddy. I loved it whenever he picked me up.

The Bad:

He never took me out. He was too jealous. He got me orange juice on my birthday one year. The next year i got a phone call. We always fought. At times it felt like all we ever did was fuck, not sex or make love, fuck. He smothered me too much. He was too much of my dad. He never let me do anything without us fighting about it after. He didn't have a job. Unmotivated to do anything. His taste in music was so bland and one sided. Now to think about it, we had different views on just about everything. He never followed through with anything he said. I'm almost positive he was seeing other girls with he was with me. He didn't know how to handle money. He had no clue what he wanted to do with his life. I felt too much like his mother. At times he was too old school for me. He was no where near romantic. He proved it was possible to care too much. He was horrible with his words. He always made fun of my interests which really hurt me. Everything seemed like a big joke. I felt trapped with him. He was too simple. Said he was all of these things but never did i once see any of that. I had all of his friends numbers in my phonebook and talked to them on a regular basis; he never attempted to get to know my friends, only their names. He's "jokingly" called me fat multiple times.

FUCK. I miss him.