I remember the last time you sat with me on the bus; you had sat next to me even though we had stopped talking for months. Suddenly all my feelings for you came rushing back. While typing this now I remember why we stopped talking, more like why YOU had stopped to ME. You left me for a group of friends. I think it was for the better because i did used to get jealous when you talked to other girls. I hope you are doing well with your life. Everything happens for a reason.