I know you loved me. You chose me over anyone.
But then you met someone else. Someone prettier than me. Someone smarter than me. Someone... better than me.
You loved her more than me.
When I realized that it shattered me, I was broken.

You left.

And I was alone.

But then I learnt to be happy again, I was over you.

Then once you and her broke it off you came back, and I let you. I gave you a second chance, big mistake.
I fell in love with you all over again.
But then it happened again... You found someone else.
Someone prettier than me. Someone smarter than me. Someone... better than me.
You loved her more than me.
When I realized that I gave up on you.

You left.

And I was alone again.

But then I learnt to be happy once more, I was over you.

Months passed, when we'd see each other around town we wouldn't speak, we'd barely look at each other. We were over each other, no love was left.

Many more months passed since we'd even seen each other around. I'd forgotten about you, and you'd forgotten about me.
But then it happened... I saw you. You were looking at me, the back of my head not knowing who I was. Then when I turned I saw you quickly look away, but then back again. You realized who I was and I realized who you were.
We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. I felt shocked, scared, happy and a billion of other mixed emotions. But I couldn't read your face. I couldn't pin down the look on your face, what you were feeling.
Then I looked away, realizing I was in love with you again.

Days after that I'd check my phone looking for a text from you. Nothing.

You left.

And all I could think about was you. Questioning myself every second of everyday why you left me.