Sometimes the memories are worth the pain.

If you really didn't wanted to hurt me then why did you lie?

You told me you cared. Apparently you didn't.

I really liked you. 

No ''like'' doesn't describe my feelings for you.

You were right, I do have deep feelings for you.

Why shouldn't I? When it began I tried to protect myself tried to keep my emotions locked.

But you kept telling me about how much you cared. 

Especially that night.

You where so drunk.

You told me a bunch of stuff that really meant a lot to me. 

Before we went to sleep, I feared that you wouldn't remember it. 

I was right the next day you had no clue about what happened. 

That hurt a lot. 

But we were great you'll had to admit that we had so much fun together. I felt like I could tell you everything. You helped me a lot. I told you a bunch of stuff that even my closest friends don't know. 

But fuck it. I'm probably better off without you. 

But.. I hate to admit it. But I miss you.