I can barely remember being yours. When I force myself to, I feel disgusting. As if I slept, kissed and “loved” a stranger. I’m not saying that you’re forgetful. I’m saying that I am glad I trusted my instincts and left you.

      You were unattentive, careless in your own ways, as well as immature. I can’t only blame you for the stupid things we did because I was 89% of the reason why we came up with the ideas…but the dilemma is that you agreed with me instead of shaking your head and saying no. You suggested better ideas. You almost made me lose one of the best people in my life, my best friend, my boyfriend.

       It’s okay that you have someone else, at the beginning it bothered me, but as time goes by, I try to figure out what it is she finds in you that I never did. Does she like your personality? Your inability to actually make conversations? What about ignore her? Act like an idiot in front of your friends? Does the “bad boy” imagine you play for her, turn her on? I bet her “turn ons” are immediate reluctances for me.

     As for our future, I knew we never had one, both you and I always pretended we did. With fake baby names and inventions of our so called “one day life”, I did not make a mistake by dating you, I would of made one by staying with you.