When we broke up, I thought we would never
be able to speak to each other again, but now, we are best
friends again. But everyday i see you and we laugh about
everthing we used to have, i think and i die to ask you, why did
you stopped loving me?, why didyou prefered her over me?, when
did what we had ment so liitle to you? I never have
the guts to ask you the questions that are killing
inside.
