I feel like its always been us. From when I met you 5 years ago, we've always had some sort of relationship. Remember when you hated me? I remember. Do you think about me? Do you ever see me and think about what we could've been? We would've been so good together. I look at you and wonder what the other girls have that I don't. You're so open with me, you talk so freely about whatever you're feeling with me, but throw it all away just to get stoned with a girl you hardly know. It hurts. I think about you and what we could've been more often than I'd like to admit, and I'm not sorry. Maybe I would be if I knew that you didn't have feelings for me. But you told me. You told me you were in love with me, but that we couldn't be together. You never gave me a reason why. That's all I want. A reason.