I saw him today.
I wonder if he still cares.
I couldn't stop staring at him.
He's probably really happy now.
He couldn't even look at me.
He didn't mean it.
He doesn't mean it.
He loves his new girlfriend.
He gave me a friendly hug.
Then I went home and cried.
I love him...
She, is laying on her bed. Music on full blast trying to drown out the sorrows that is life. Her curtains are drawn and door locked shut. On the tv is the notebook and a half empty tub of ice cream, slowly melts away on her table. Her beautiful face smudged with make up and tears, their last conversation played in her head. She thinks to herself, she's never getting him back.