Why

You were my best friend. the only friend i could look up to and know you'll always be there. you were the person that'll call me every night, laughing, comforting, doing all you could to make me smile. i was lucky to have a friend like you, but mostly... to have been loved by you.
i think i was confused when you first told me how you felt. i knew i felt the same, but i couldn't. it was too late. i cried night by night, thinking how stupid i was for not telling you the truth. but when you just left me, i was broken apart. you didn't call me that night, and i knew it was over. i hated you, but mostly i hated me.
why did you leave me? why didn't you stay? why did you break my heart- by saying those words? why did you forget me like that, do you even care? will you ever come back to me, and make me laugh all over again?
i know its too late, i could see it in your eyes. the way you look over at me without a care in the world, just ripped me apart. but i see it in your eyes, you really did forget me. you really don't care. why is it that i still care about you when you don't? why is it that i wished we could start all over again... and maybe it'll all be the same again? the late night calls, those silent smiles... i could still hear your breathing in my ear.... why is it that your words are replaying in my mind...why is it that i cant forget you... do i still love you?