A week in now and this writing is like a ritual. The choice you made was not mutual. I hate my life now, I just want it all to end. I hate doing things that make me think, cause all I think is you. What we had was great, but you didn't think so, so this was the fate. I don't hate you, I love you. And it sucks. Someone who always told you they'd never leave you, someone who said they wanted to marry you. My life is horrible now, being without you. The other night I coulda had this girl, but she wasn't like you. Someday I hope we can be one again, cause your a ten. I wish I understood, but I never will, never could. If he hurts you I'll be there for you, if you trip I'll be there to catch you. Oh wait, that ain't me now that's him, the guy you want now. I can understand that, choosing any other guy, not like me. I treated you bad, I realize that, I just hope one day I'll get that second chance.