I always knew looking back on the tears would make me laugh. But I never knew looking back on the laughs would make me cry.

You said you'll wait for me but you didn't. You said we'll be together but we weren't. You said you care but obviously, you don't. Now you say you don't love me. Well, guess what? I know.

I miss you; I miss you so much. But I can guarentee you don't miss me...

Everytime I forget his existence, he reappears and I remember how I feel.

Just one question. Did you EVER care about me?

I fear that both of us are thinking the same thing, yet neither have the courage to say it.

I feel like I have died inside, and only the ghost of a happy "me" remains.

Our paths were always meant to cross, but they were never meant to forever be intertwind.
Like a child with and imagenary friend we weren't meant to last.
Yet, knowing this doesn't stop me from loving you. It just makes it hurt worse.

Everyday is a battle to stay strong, but each day I'm determined to be stronger than I was the day before.

It's time to let go. The daydreaming, the running in place, it's not healthy. So this is me, cutting the cord. This is me, doing what I should have done months ago; saying goodbye.