Jun 14, 2016
Its a sad story. Its sad how after 3 years I still think of you. I still know you like the back of my hand. I knew you’d end up with her before you knew it yourself. But even though It would hurt its not my place any longer. I'm not supposed to be with you. I don't want to be back with you, I don't envy her place, I don't miss it. But I like to remember the few times you made me smile, the hope you would give me - the way you worded sentences to make me believe we were meant to be- I like to think of what could've been if you would've been a different way. Its a sad story. Its sad how after 3 years I still think of you, not to wish you back, but unfortunately you became a part of me just like I became a part of you.