I saw you the other day. You were with your friends. You were smiling that smile I’d always loved, and you were happy. I guess that’s what’s killing me the most; you’ve moved on while I’m stuck… hopelessly in love with you. But I’m glad you’re happy, I really am. I just hate that I’m still hurting. I hate what you did to us. I hate that I still love you.
I told you I was okay. I’m not okay.
I hope she was worth it.