So here I am. Sitting on a chair infront of a wide window thinking about you. There was a time when you and me was something special. Something no one could destroy. But you ended up destoying and breaking it to pieces yourself. Why is it so that I believed everything you to told me ? Why is it so, that I didn't realise all of it was too good to be true?
You said you loved me, that you'll never want to see me with someone else than you. You made me happy. Your texts at late night, your jealousy and your way of behaving with me. Do you know how much I miss when you pulled me against the wall and kissed me passionately? How I miss being in your arms? And how much I need you right now?
I knew it couldn't last forever, we are too young for that. But I felt blossomed near to you. I felt like nothing could touch me or hurt me. I felt like you would always have my back. When I think about it, I realise how naive I was, and it makes my tears run.
You made me fall for you so easily. And somehow, I fell completely in love with you. It must have been a pleasure for you to know that you could have such an effect on a girl. But if only you could feel the pain. If only you could feel how it hurts and how the pain and the sadness eats me up slowly and painfully. No, wait, why would you even give a god damn about it? You think girls' hearts are like a playground entertainer, when you get tired of one, you switch to the next one.
You know what they say, "the one who loves the less gets away the easiest". Holy crap, you got away so fast, and so easily without feeling any pity. The fact that you can still look me in the eyes after all you've done, kills me! I'm trying to hate you, I'm trying to get all of defaults out, and tell myself that in the end, you ain't worth it. However, I just don't seem to be able too. Everytime I see you walk by in the hallway, my heart is racing, but the only thing I get is a feelingless eye look, and the second after, I'm sure you have already forgotten it was me. And everytime I hear someone pronounce your name, do you even know how in need I am to hear what is being said?
But you know what? One day I will be completely over you and as happy as ever. And you will be looking at me, bitting you fingers nervously wondering why you let me go and why you weren't able to be a real man. That's the day I'm looking forward to, the day when you will be as hurt as me because of your mistakes.