I really do wish that you cared about me as much as I care about you, or thought about me as much as I thought about you, or loved me as much as I loved you, or wanted this as much as I did. Because I still remember. All of it. And I haven't been able to let it, or you, go. And I'd kill to not be an afterthought - I'd kill to mean more to you, to feel like I mean something to you again other than a pit stop. But I know it will never happen. So I have to settle and find someone else like you instead. I just wish that we could've kept our little forever, as unrealistic and as inexperienced as it was.