Ninapett

We met. We fell. We lost.

One last deafening sound. Heaven awaits ...

The minute I read what you said about me, is precisely the minute I stopped caring. I stopped trying to get your attention. I stopped fighting for you forgiveness. I stopped being scared of what you thought about me. I stopped wanting everything to go back to the way it was. I stopped staying up until 11:11 to wish that we could be friends again. I stopped hoping for the courage to apologize to you. I got over it; over you. Your forgiveness and your friendship mean nothing to me now. Once upon a time, I spent all night crying after seeing the way you looked at me; a look of hatred. Well no more. I refuse to waste my time and happin