I’ve been trying not to think about it. I can’t help it.

I know you don’t wanna hear from me, but I am selfish.

It kills me inside. You can drink on Friday nights, not even pick up the phone. It amazes me how you can move on so easily from someone that you once called home. I wish you had enough discipline for the both of us because I just don’t know how to turn off the way I feel. But honestly? I don’t think you ever had something real.

Until you met me.

Drinks in New York City, oh, you looked so pretty. Think I fell in love before I even knew your birthday, kissed you on our first date. Somehow, I knew someday this would hurt ‘cause I could never let you go. I’ll spend my whole life missing a part of me, hoping your heart is free. I’ve been trying not to think of this as something tragic. Our two paths might cross again — crazier things have happened.

And I realize lighting strikes just once, not twice, and shooting stars are just burning rocks. So I spend weeks inside, drowning in those dreams of mine, and wondering if I’m worth your thoughts. I know you always fell out of love so damn easily.

Do you not dream of me? ‘Cause I have visions in my sleep. I can’t ever find my peace now. Do you wake up alone and feel an aching in your bones?

Or are you happy without me now?

The first time that you told me you thought that you loved me, at that bar in the city, I knew you were drunk. But I knew deep down that you meant it.

I wish I had said it. I was scared to let it happen. But it happened, and now I cannot forget it.

Crazier things have happened.