He doesn't seem to remember all those nights he made her cry. In the end, no matter how many times she apologizes, everything is still her fault.

I'm just hoping one day you'll realize what you lost and ask me to be your wife again.

I love you, and I miss you. I still pray someday that you'll come back to me...

I always thought that we were better than them, that we weren't like all those other teenage romances. That what we had was real, and what everyone else had would just end in a matter of months. I can't believe how niave and blind I was.

It's like no matter how much I have to do, I can never be busy enough. Even if there's a minute for me to stop and think, you'll be all that fills my head, and then it just starts to hurt again.

Honey, it's been nine months;
Why wont you let me get over you?
Why wont you let me move on?

I keep promising myself that I'd get rid of anything & everything that reminds me of you, but then I realize that even if I did, there's nothing I can do to erase our memories & the feelings that I still have for you.

Do you remember how you use to need me? Remember how you never wanted to be without me?

I'm through waiting up for you. I'm moving on with my life; something everyone thought I could not do.

So is this how things are going to be with us? Seeing eachother once a month and awkward conversations? Am I going to wonder about you and what you're doing and what kind of trouble you've gotten yourself into for the rest of our lives?