All the memories we shared just run through my head sometimes. I know you’re not good for me but I still miss you a lot. I just hope when you do find the one, that you’re happy. I wanted you to be the one for me. But you’re just not, and it’s okay. I deserve better, but I felt happy knowing you were mine, holding onto what we once had. Were never going to be as good or happy as we were that one summer.