Why can’t I rewind to the day we first met? I would relieve that day hundreds of times if it meant never having to loose you.
Congratulations, asshole. You made me like you. You lead me on. You kissed her. I forgave you. I hoped we would be fine. You took me on the perfect date. You didn’t answer my calls. You walked away from me in the street. ‘You’ are now in a relationship with ‘Her.’