Foxy, please read this

I hate this. If i tell you it ruins it but if i don't you don't know. And even if i do it will just give me false hopes that maybe just maybe I'll get what i need out of life to feel satisfied. I gave you all i had and now i have nothing. I love you with all i have, don't you understand that? We used to be so happy. I fell in love with you because i felt like i had finally found someone i can trust. I felt like you were true. You are. Here. Here is what i want. I am depressed. That's why I've been so snarky and bitchy and bickering. That's how i cope. Take me out of this. If you want to prove you love me, tell me everyday. Tell me why and how much. Don't let me just guess. Surprise me with things you think I'll like. Not things you think girls like, things I like. I don't mean things that cost a fortune. Anything as simple as a love letter. Or something you made yourself. The next time you take me out take me not to the most expensive place you know but plan a romantic dinner of fast food eaten by a pond or lake as the sun goes down. Treat me like you used to. Love me like you used to. I trust you. I love you. I think you are spectacular and amazing. But i guess you can say, I'm broken. My heart is broken. Fix it. I get tired of crying and keeping it a secret so you don't feel bad. Please fix it.