It's a cold evening, I'm with a friend. We're talking about love, you on my mind.
I was grateful, I was happy, I was over you.
The greatest gift I gave myself was being able to let go of you, let go of my feelings for you.
I know my self worth, I know my beauty, I know me.
My friend suddenly remembers you have something of hers, I ask if she wants it back.
I didn't mind asking you, I wasn't afraid anymore.
"Yes." She says and I began writing a message to you.
It was blunt and straightforward.
You message back straightaway and I suddenly become nervous.
"why do you hate me?" you ask.
