In my head, you still love me. In my mind, the only reason you're with her is because you know we can't be together, so you stay with her so I think you've moved on and maybe I'll be able to move on too. But in my story, in the end you finally realize that what you're doing is stupid and you'll come to me in the middle of the night telling me how stupid and sorry you are for putting me through all that.
