i still think about you sometimes. i miss you. not in the way i used to miss you. not in the way that had me crying over you. just the idea of you — the idea of us. you meant everything to me, yet you chose her over me. my best friend. you knew exactly how i felt about you but for some reason you chose to steal my heart and return it in thousands of shattered pieces. but i refuse to cry and i refuse to think about you anymore. this is my goodbye.