Wish you were here. Wish I was there. Wish it was any different than this. Wish wishes came true. I'd wish for you.
You said you'll never call me again. I hate people who break their promises. Sometimes I think the only reason you still contact me is just to remind me that you exist, whenever you fade away in my memories. You want to remind me that you're still out there, and that I'm still waiting. Now that you've moved on, you know there might be many ways to get hurt, but i choose you. It isn't scary to choose. Scary is when you don't have a choice. I was actually going to think you wanted to be with me. Getting a girl isn't a big deal (although you made a girl like me fall for you, boy you got something) but keeping her is. You've got a new girl now and you're doing quite well without me. You left love, you aren't going to tell me how to remember you.
I'm happy for you. Now fuck off.
P.S. I don't feel any of this right now.
P.P.S. For a while in my life I actually did.