Out

I don't think you'll ever understand why we cannot be "just friends" I either want you in my life as all mine and nobody else's or not in my life at all. You're so god at making me jealous when I'm certain that the last thing on your mind is me. Or maybe its with every tiny snippet of remembering you I feel like a useless piece of work for throwing what we had away. Now I've reached the stage where I'm glad with how much we've changed; the fact that we will never again unite because we've drifted so far apart is almost a cold comfort because it means that I will never have you as mine again, which is all I deserve. If you're out there, out making something of yourself, out with a new man who will tell you I was a liar, I never want to know. That's why I need you out of my ife