I’m glad that I’m over you. You are very ugly on the inside and you are a disgusting person to around. I hope that you can become a better person.
Sometimes I wonder when you truly stopped caring.
At other times I hope that you still do.
I still feel as though you’ll show up at the last minute unannounced, yet welcomed.
I know this will never happen.
If we stay away from each other there will be pain.
If we reunite there will be pain.
If we stay away, time will heal old wounds. We will both move on.
If we reunite, time will heal old wounds. We would share many more memories and fights, but we’d have each other.