2 years after we broke up, i stopped trying to be his friend. i could read the writing on the wall. and a year later i still miss him. i still think about him. i did love him. and he did not love me. but he changed me, gave me something i will never loose. never forget.i have the movie, and the memory.
some things might fade, but not this.
some things might fade, but not this.
*sigh* I know how it is with those kind of memories.