I hate this.
I absolutely hate this.
Why do I do this to myself?
I know we haven't talked in God knows how long.
I shouldn't care.
Why do I care?
He threw my heart away as if it was something so disposable.
Maybe he just didn't want to look at me.
I know that I don't either.
He doesn't know that I know he's hurting... She broke him again.
Something I would never have done.
He used to care.
They never stay that way.
They find a girl.
Someone so much prettier on the outside when they told me that they loved for what's inside... I'll never understand.
I hate him.
Right?
That's why I stopped replying after December.
I hate this.
I really hate myself for caring.
He doesn't know.
That I miss our night.
It probably doesn't cross his mind... I wish it didn't cross mine.
