3599.) I think about you every day. I mean, EVERY. FUCKING. DAY. And I hate the fact that I know you don’t think about me. You have her, why would you? But I think about all of the things you told me, about how you said the two of you were fading to friends anyway. And you said that I had amazing eyes and that you loved my laugh and that if I were there, you would be mine. And I believed it. ALL of it. Because I fell for you so hard and fast and you truly made me think that you might take a chance on me. And then you said that even if we don’t work out, even if we can’t be together, that we’re always going to be best mates. You said that and then told me how bad you wanted me, how bad you wanted to fuck me. And then you said you loved me. You said you weren’t going anywhere. You fucking said ALL OF THAT. And now you won’t say anything to me at all.