Want to know something? The time I was with you was the happiest I’ve been in a long time. That’s part of the reason it’s so hard to get over you and move on, because you were such a significant part of my life and the thought of losing you killed me. Now I feel like I’m never going to be happy again, at least not as happy as I was with you. To tell you the truth, I’d give anything to get back that time, even go through the hurt again.
I don’t know. I mean, I want to be his friend. But then again, I don’t. You know? I mean how can you simply be friends with someone when every time you look at them you’re thinking about how much more you really want?