Before, You
were perfect.
Now, I
don't even know if you remember my last name.
I'm not sure if you consider us being friends.
I'm sure you don't remember telling me half the stuff I
know about you - the weird little things, that make me love
you.
And I'm certain you don't remember me loving you, like
no-one else ever had.
And I bet you don't even know, I still
do.
