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.

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

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.

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.

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.

There are some days where I think I'm doing good and that soon enough I will be over you, but as soon as I start thinking about you for more than just a second, the tears just start streaming down my cheeks.

I want you to know that you will always be a part of me. I just wish I meant enough to you for me to always be a part of you, too.

I love you so much, more than you will ever know, but right now, I don't like you very much.

Despite all of the pain you've caused me and all of the tears I've cried over you, if you told me tomorrow that you wanted to be a part of my life again, I would take you back in a second.

The only time I have ever been truly happy is the time I spent with you. I haven't been happy in a while.