Moving On

Sometimes I think about,
What it would be like if we where still friends,
Then I think to myself,
My thoughts must come to end,

I used to be in love with you,
I liked you in every way,
But I ruined it by my words,
By the things I had to say,

But when I think about it,
Us not takings for the best,
Its not that I hate you,
Your just different from the rest