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All the games you played, I only played along because I loved you. Now I look back at everything, and ask myself if I do it again. And after every tear and every fight, I do it all over again. But I know deep down I cant and it wouldn’t be healthy for me. Slowly I’m filling the space that you did fill at one point. But then when I don’t talk to the only person that makes me feel happy, the way you did when things were good between us. Then my mind starts to think about you and everything we could have had. At times I wish we could have made things work. Maybe it was just a chapter in life. Seeing you next to her makes me sad. To think that was once me. Then to think about the last heart to heart talk we had. I don’t know what happen…