We're too far past hello. I've thought for ages how sorry I was that I hurt you by moving on. But realistically, I knew if I waited then we could never pick up from where we left off. Deep down, I knew how hurt I was, how little time you made for me - to this day I still don't understand why. I'd lie in bed at night and wonder why the hell we couldn't spend every day, hour, moment together. Because I fucking loved you. Too much. Something makes me feel like I always will. Now that feelings moved onto, why won't you move on as if that's something I should care about. Perhaps, I just want you to feel as happy as I am. Then I could say hello without forgetting that once we were best friends not just another relationship.
