sometimes it hurts remembering the way you used to look at me, the way we used to be so happy together. sometimes i miss playing with your hair or when you kiss my forehead but i'm still alive and i'm still breathing and i know that you're okay but i'm not yet. all i'm asking is that you say hello and stop acting like "me and you" never existed because we both know that would be a lie... but then again. maybe that's your pathetic way of dealing with it.