i miss you all the time. so much, that it's turned into a dull kind of miss and i start to think i'm used to it. then i'll be out and i'll see something funny and i wonder if you'd laugh about it too. and suddenly i'm thinking of your sarcasm, then your smile, then how your voice cracks when you're trying to talk and laugh at the same time. and all the pain of missing you comes rushing back, and i realize i haven't gotten used to it at all
You had to have forgotten everything, including how much I had meant to you to think i would have been okay with what you did. We probably would still be friends and in each other lives if you didn't handle this in a way that made me feel like you replaced me and that I had little to no worth to your life.