I don't even really know what I would say to you, if I could.
Over the past week I've wanted to scream and cry until you felt bad for me and we fixed things between us.
I wanted to tell you that you're hurting me more than anything in the world and you don't even realize it.
I've hoped that I'll just move on like you have.
And some moments I think I can, and that all I want is for you to be happy, and you seem to be.
But then I feel the oh so familiar heart in your stomach feeling of when I see you've talk to her, and I want to cry all over again. So then I do.
I've wanted to tell you why I've been so different lately, because then maybe you wouldn't dislike me so much.
Although I'm pretty sure you've got more interesting things to do then hear me complain.
I've wanted to tell you that all I have thought about lately is you, and that I think we could really make things work if we tried again.
And that I'm sorry for all of the horrible things I've said to you.
But then I remember how mad I am that you moved on, and when you promised me you would wait for me.
And then after that, I remember that I was the one that wanted this for you.
And I feel awful.
Listening to: Indie.