I haven't talked to you since that day, and it's not because I don't care about you and I don't miss you. It's because I know that you don't.

You probably don't know how much I love you and how much you mean to me, but I know exactly how much you love me and mean to you. I've known it since the moment you walked out of my life.

You told me that you still want to be my friend, but that's probably too hard for you to do because that would mean that you would have to start caring.

I keep telling myself that everything is going to be okay and that I'm better off without you, but my hearts knows differently.

I sit by the phone hoping that you will call, but knowing that you won't, because for you to call me, you would actually have to care.

When you were in my life, all I could seem to focus on was the present and the future because I knew that they included you. Now that I've lost you, I seem to be living in the past.

I want to be able to convince myself that I'm better off without you, and who knows, maybe I am, but that doesn't change the way I feel about you right now.

You are the air that I breathe, and now that you aren't in my life, I can't seem to catch my breath.

You tell me that you still care about me, but how do I know it's not just another lie, just like the lie you told me about never hurting me?

When you decided to give me my heart back, would it have been too much to ask to at least give it back to me in one piece?