You came by accident, and I always wished you stayed in purpose. Trying to start over, but why can’t you be happy to talk to me, like how I feel when I do? You showed me the positive aspects in life, and I just can’t forget it! You’re so lovable, and I’m so damn stupid to act so “perfectionist” or anything that made you leave. I’m at least glad, that we’re friends. But what if that’s all we’re ever gonna be? It hurts to see you happy with some other girl.