Today would've marked a long time for the both of us. 6 more days and we would be hitting our 5th month of being together, but more than 2 months ago, we broke the tie and separated. What can I say right now? I'm not writing this because I miss you. And I'm not writing this because I still love you. I'm writing this because I miss the person you used to be, and because I like to reminisce on the past. At first, yeah, I cried a lot because you broke up with me. It's pretty funny now that I look at it because I actually thought you were 'the one'. But I was just delusional, or what Quynh called it, 'Blinded by love.'

When you broke up with me, I was yes, broken. Sad, depressed, everything! I couldn't eat, sleep or talk because it just hurt so much. First day back at school I was so depressed I didn't smile one time, but seeing you smile made me even more depressed. Skip 2 weeks of being sad, I found out you broke up with me because you 'didn't love me anymore'. Sadness became angryness and I got pissed off, I started yelling at you, how immature. I wasn't sad anymore, I thought I was over you, and I started giving you these death glares I cooked up on my own every single day I saw you. I thought it was going really good..

Until I started getting those feelings back for you again. I thought that I had moved on but even though I was giving you those glares, you still were on my mind 24/7 every single time. So for about 3 weeks, I did everything I could to make sure I could see you but not make you think I was being suspicious. I could say that yes, I still hadn't gotten over you. And there was even one time where I got a water bomb thrown on your head which was quite funny, but then again, I only did it because I wanted you to think I was over you.

But then came a time where I was really down on my life with things that were happening. And so, I got up all my courage to try and talk to you again. I told you I was over the break up and wanted to be friends (Which, I was lying, I wasn't really over it), and we started talking like normal friends, you know, jokes and stuff. This continued for about 3 days until you had to go to Port Stevens. Funny thing was, you hooked up with some girl there. I say hooked up because your relationship didn't last very long with her. Her name was Hayley, and you hooked up with her during your first day at Port Stevens. Apparently you made out or some shit like that and then got together. At first, yes, I was so sad when I found out you were dating her because I still hadn't gotten over you. But you know what?

You dating that girl made me get over you faster than the speed of light which travels at 300 000 km a second, NO JOKE. I was so over you and it was so free just to be single and don't think about worthless jerks that hurt your heart. And it's true. Next time someone gets hurt, it won't be me. Next time you break up with someone, cheat on, have sex with, marry or even hurt/care for, it won't be me. And I'm so glad it wasn't. Because, yes, you were right. I do deserve so much better than you. I deserve a guy who can treat me better than how you treated me. You have no idea how much I hated being in that relationship and how I only stayed because I 'loved' you. And it's funny. Funny because no one is ever happy if they're in a relationship with you. Fine, disagree with me, but we all know how long relationships for you lasted.

And yes, I still stick to my motto 'Everyone falls in love only once. You can never fall out of love because love is too strong. Love only happens once'. You might be thinking 'That means you loved me and you can't be in love ever again' but you're wrong. Because now I know, maybe I didn't love you after all. Sure it was more than like, but it was also less than love. I don't love you. Never did, and never will. I couldn't feel any better.