I hope you're happy with that other girl. She's calling you 'my champ'. Do you remember when I used to call you the same? Do you remember the times when I cheered for you? It's not that long ago. Do you remember? We were happy together. I know that if they asked you about it, you would simply say it's in the past. I'm the past of yours and nothing more.
We fell in love so easy, but we just messed it up. Now all I do is face the fact that you don't need me. I've still got the pictures from the memories that we once made. I can't seem to let them go. I thought that we'd grow old together.
I still remember the day when you told me we would be together forever. I almost bought it. How naive. You had me wrapped around your finger. Well, you still have. Way too much love that we have wasted.
I had to get drunk to watch your race. I was tipsy, dancing in my apartment with a bottle of wine in my hand, my lips bore a smile because of the alcohol in my blood, but it lacked something. It was you. I couldn't wrap my hands around your neck, and I couldn't feel your hands on my hips. I guess that nowadays, your hands are all over her. I can't blame you. She has a perfect body. I wish I wouldn't be thinking about it. I wish you would leave me broken and bitter, so moving on would be a little quicker.
I don't know if I can handle seeing you on television anymore. I loved that sport so much, but it's tough to watch it when you're there. It's hard to see her in the place where I should've been. I wonder, do you ever watch my tournaments as well? Are you cheering on me like you once used to? Do you need to get drunk too, or you just don't care?
I know you would tell me I'm trash that I'm drinking because of a breakup, and you would be right. I'm trash.
I know I should just forget you. Why can't I just regret you? But it's a million times harder when I don't hate you and when my mouth is smiling when I think of you. I see you every night in my sleep. I'm laying here in the shirt you used to like. I'm pretty sure it would look better on her.
Who took my place in bed when I left? Who laughs at everything that you've said? It's torture to know the answer to those questions. It's her. I'm sure that I would like her if I were slightly nicer, but I'm not.
Is she the one you have been waiting for the whole time? Is she the one who makes you feel wanted? Is she the one who is yours forever? I guess she is. You look so happy by her side. You're hugging her tightly, holding her like a treasure. A smile is playing on your lips, and you look felicitous. I will be honest I don't know how to be happy for you. I want you to be happy it's just that I still want to be the reason. Why couldn't we get it right?
I saw you this weekend meeting her dad with a smile on your face. I guess you were making the same jokes as you did when you met my dad, wrapping her father around your finger. Obviously, Nelson adores you. Everyone does. My parents do as well. I'm pretty sure that somewhere deep down, they blame me for our break-up because you were the one.
I know I'm selfish, but I feel like if we gave it one night, we would make it alright.
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