Its been 3 years since i broke up with him, sometimes i still think about him. I reminisce on what we had, I wonder what could have had. But that’s all behind us now, or at least behind him. I wonder if what we had was real, or was it just a simple experiment for him? I remember the day we broke up, I didn’t cry, I had no tears to shed. I still miss him, but now we don’t even talk. I wonder what i was to him, what I am to him, what we had.. was to him.
