I think about every moment we shared.
The first touch.
The first kiss.
The first hold.
I remember almost crying because of you.
When you lied to me.
When you were in the hospital.
When you wouldn't look at me.
I remember when I figuerd it out.
I didn't need you.
You didn't want me.
We were simply using each other.
I still look back at you.
I don't want you back.
I don't regret what we had.
But, I don't miss what we had.