Too Busy

I miss you…

You're always "too busy" now. Too busy to take time out of your day to talk to me. It makes sense to me, but it hurts anyways. I've had close friends before who I talked to every day. But that was before. Who do I have left now? Do you know how I lost all those people? Because they were all 'too busy' too. They used to say I was special, I was a great friend, and they'd always make time for me. But soon, they became "too busy". Too busy to talk to me, too busy to care. Too busy to remember me. So now what?

How can you one day say I mean more than anything in the world to you – that all you needed was me – and then push me away like this? It hurts. It really does. I should have known better, really. I should have known that those things you said, you meant. But those things were on the spur of the moment. Why haven't I learnt that by now? How could I have been so stupid? I'm more naïve than I thought I was.

Is it over now? I guess it is. When I think I love you, you're gone. I guess you got tired of waiting. I don't know. I don't think I ever knew. And it hurts. It hurts so much that I lost someone so special to me. Have I really lost you, though? You still tell me you love me… But do you tell me that because you still mean it, or you've made a habit of it? Does anything you say to me have a meaning anymore? Does whatever I have to say matter? So many questions… So many questions that I don't think I'll ever ask you… I don't think you'll ever see this… I just hope you never do. Just know that you'll always have a piece of my heart, whether or not you care anymore. You were a big part in my life… so..

Thank you. & bye…