I knew this was going to happen eventually.
I've even thought about it a few times, and i actually believed i was prepared to face it lest it happens.
But i guess i thought wrong.

When i saw that i still felt something.
A tinge of jealousy maybe, or just bitterness that you've moved on and i still haven't.

I really need to stop keeping you in my heart.
But no matter how much i try, i can't.

Ironically, i don't hate you. Not even one bit.
Instead, i still love you. Stupid, naive, little me.

Argh fuck i need my bestfriend.

12:20 AM