I don't love you anymore. I mean, I do, but not like I used to. I've moved on and I know that sucks for you, but you have to understand... I have what I want now. What I needed all along. You and I were great, we were. I had the time of my life wasting time with you. I think that if I'd just been a little less worried and serious, we could have had even more fun. And I plan on still having fun times with you. You ARE my best friend. But am I yours? Can I be yours? Do you even want to see me anymore? You haven't texted me in days. You never text me first. I don't know what you want anymore. You say you miss me but you do nothing about it. You don't even make the plans anymore. So if you don't miss me, tell me. If you don't want to see me, tell me. Don't run away anymore. Don't hide.
*mine*
And even though she doesn't believe in love, he's determined to call her bluff.
So you make up excuses for why he never comes around. And I know he's going to show up saying he misses you, but honestly whose fault is that? Your address is the same and your phone numbers haven't changed. There's just no excuse for it this time.
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