You taught me never to trust anyone but myself.

I haven’t seen you in over a year.

I can hardly remember your sarcastic comments.

The image of your satisfied smirk is fading from my memory.

Soon I’ll have forgotten you.

I’m sure it wasn’t meant to be this way.

Those days I spent with you after class.

Listening to your insults and attempts at intimidation with barely concealed amusement.

Do you miss me at all?

I think I more miss the idea of you.

It’s not like I should of actually liked you.

Yet I did.

You said you didn’t care.

But when you saw my arms you had tears in your eyes.

I confessed to you my pain and hurt.

You tried to hold yourself back from touching me.

I didn’t want this.

I never meant for you to see anything more than what I was showing the rest of the world.

I lied, and cheated, and did whatever I could to stop you from finding out.

And for that I’m sorry.

You always told me that I could be more than what I seemed to be.

I took that to heart and became worse instead.

That’s how it always was.

I just liked to be contrary when I was with you.

You liked it too.

We both thrived on the conflict.

But when it was over we felt more empty than before.

I never could have admitted it to you at the time.

Now it is time to say it.

I loved you.