I loved when you held my hand. When you put your lips on mine. I miss the intimate conversations and the other intimate things we did. I miss the long walks and when we looked into each others eyes. I thought you liked it too. Well I guess you did. A little too much. Tell me how fun it was loving two people at once. Was i the favorite or was he. Which one of us did you think about the most. I guess you loved him more than me. He was the one you chose. I was first but he was better i guess. Do you feel bad? Do you even think about me? Did you even care about the broken boy you left all alone? Did you? I guess not.