It hurts me so much because I know that you probably never thought the same, that I am some distant memory, a past, perhaps even a regret, and you've moved on to something far better and greater than me. For that, I'm really happy for you.
I know that you won't be happy with me, not now, not ever. That's why I decided to end things once and for all. And for the fact that I feel that I'm being used by you, that we no longer had the same relationship we once had, much as I tried to rekindle that love. But mistakes are mistakes, and I don't expect you to forgive me, or come back to me, because I know right now we're both not in the right and mature frame of mind.
I just don't know who was the one who gave up on us first - me or you?
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