Up until now, I still constantly check how you’re doing and what you’re up to. Part of me wishes life would be cruel to you like how cruel you were to me when you used me. I was so infatuated over your words and your lies and once you were done using me, you just left me and went on with your other toys. I guess that’s just what I was for you, right? A toy you could play with until you get tired and yet I look at you and I feel pain and partly guilt because I still love you, but what could I possibly do?