It was almost a year.

Yeah, since I met you.

Maybe I didn’t really want you, need you, or love you.

Actually, I don’t know.

Watching you, was the best thing I ever had. Having you, was like a miracle to me. 

I can’t even believe, you existed in one page of my life.

Now, you’re out.

Someone’s in.

But there’s still sometimes, just sometimes, I think about you.

I know, she’s better, in all way, every single way a girl should be better.

She’s awesome, great. 

I still have that feeling, to wanna cry, when I think about you.

But no I won’t, cause I know, thats the past.

I hate history, so do you, no one likes the subject history.

Maybe I shouldn’t remember my own history, like I don’t in school.

This is the way life should be.

It used to be us, we, I love you, and  you miss me.

Now, its me, you and her. Me, and others.

Those wishes, those tears, was never worth, but I know at least it happened.

twntyone.used to be ours. 

You didn’t care, so I shouldn’t.

Your number on the jersey, messenger, never changed.

I don’t have to say it, its too obvious.

So,

Goodluck with her, goodluck to me.

Goodbye, to us.