Each and every night I lay in bed, wide awake. Tears rolling down my cold, wet cheeks. You never realise how much you will miss something until it’s gone. You try to make me jealous of you and your girlfriend, but it just makes me love you more. I want you back. Every time I think of what we used to be, memories come flooding back. I miss you. I love you. Do you still love me? No of course not. I’m just one of the many girls you told you loved. But it was just a lie. You’re good at that. Lying. The amount of arguments we have had. The amount of tears I’ve let hit the floor. The amount of lies that have been told… I have to fake a smile and pretend I’m over you. One of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do was get over you, and I don’t think I can do that again.