Sometimes I stay up late at night and wonder if you still care about me. Or if I’m just a blip on your radar and I didn’t have an impact on you at all because for me it still kinda hurts even though I told everyone that it doesn’t, that I’ve moved on. You were my best friend and I cared about you with all of my being. You don’t just cut that part of you out. It’s kinda always there.
Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.