I think what hurts the worst is honestly thinking I could have you. No one understands us. Well, were not an "us". You're a you, and I'm a me. But no one understood the way I loved you. You're such a jerk. But when you smiled, laughed, giggled, anything I fell in love with you. More in love with you. You're honestly so mean. You're full of yourself. I could go on forever about things that I hate about you. But in all reality, the list of why I love you would be longer. You used me. How can you do that to someone? Clearly you're heartless. You honestly must be. You took a piece of me. It's gone. Literally, gone. You have it. But do you even care? Do you sit in bed at night, with your arm around her, and ask yourself if im okay? I never intended on giving myself up until I fell head over heals with the right guy. But you changed that. You changed me. I gave up something more valuable than millions of dollars, to you. To a jerk like you. You didn't deserve me. But, I still love you. You don't love me. I'm sure I never even cross your mind. How dare you? How dare you steal away a piece of me.