I pretend that I'm over you so my friends will stop yelling at me to move on. I lie to myself and say that it just shows how pathetic you are that you keep asking other girls out after you broke up with me. but the truth is, I'm not okay. I still break down when I think of the life we were supposed to have together, and the memories that were defined as perfect that we created. I still love you. I wish you didn't move on. I'd never admit this to anyone- but even after all the pain you have caused me, I want you back.You said we could still be friends. You were in my life everyday. We talked on the phone for hours every night. Even when we weren't an item. We were friends. Now I spend my time trying to be as busy as possible so I wont miss your goofy texts and voice on the phone late at night. But when I try to fall asleep at night, my head still says your name. All of me misses you. And you said we could still be friends.
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