I swore that I'd moved on when I was crying on my best friend's dad's shoulder that night. Tears running down my face, I said that I was happy with someone else. I told her dad that I didn't care if he showed up. Sometimes I hate this traitorous heart that beats under my skin. Messing with my head, it says that I'll never be happy with anyone else ever again.
Oh how I'd **** to stand in front of him and say honestly that I'm ok and happy with someone else. But I saw him that night and my world turned upside down. But nothing will ever change anything between us.