I knew you were bad news the first time I met you. I knew you were going to break my heart one way or another. My friends, your friends, they all warned me about you. But stupid as I am, I didn’t listen to them. Now, all I can think about is how it hurts to see you with a different girl. How it hurts to see you hold her, and kiss her, and do all the stuff we used to do. I crave the feeling of your arms wrapped around me, your legs tangled with mine, and your lips on my lips. It sucks but I guess, everything that we could be will always be a mystery to me.