I thought I liked you, I thought we were meant to be.
I was wrong, the the way he make me feel is genuine, authentic. You could never.
I feel queasy when I'am with him, but in a good way.
Realising you were nothing sucks, because I've lost so much time running after you.
I don't know if I love him, or if I ever will.
But I'm happy and I hope you'll be too.
As a farewell I wrote this "thing" about you.
