How could you choose her over me? Am I nothing to you anymore. I thought you said I was your everything and you’ll never let me go? Would you catch me if I fell? No? It’s funny how your true colors show, especially when she’s around.

Where am I? I’m standing right in front of you. This was our place in front of the lake. Do you remember? Or are you trying to forget? Have I become invisible to you? What would happen if you saw me with him? Would you turn your head? If I laughed with him, held hands with him, what would you do?

Remember when we used to laugh? We would lie beneath the stars and the world would just get quiet. Can you see it? Can you see us together? We would walk for hours and talk about nothing. You never had to impress me? Why? Because I fell in love with your imperfections. In love with you? Yes, you. You took what I thought was real and made it pretend. You took me for something I wasn’t. Did you think I was an experiment or just your girl for the week? Well, that week spent with you felt like a lifetime to me.

Do you know what it’s like to hurt? Or are you incapable of feeling? Did you ever have that pain in your chest? The one where you can’t breathe? It feels like there’s a weight crushing you, closing off every entryway of air. That’s how I felt when you said it was over.

Are you on to a new page in your book or are you still stuck on mine? Are your eyes still stuck on that page? Does the sweetness in these words remind you of me? Am I the only page marked in your book? I guess I’ll never know. I’ll never know if you still think of me. How do we really know if it’s over? I’ll look at you wrapped in her arms. Can you feel the hatred? The blank face that looks upon you?

Could I ever have you? No! It’s impossible. I wouldn’t lower myself to that standard. Will I think of you still? Sometimes. Will you know how it feels to be forgotten? Yes! I’ll make it happen.

Did you lose her too? She wasn’t what you wanted? Oh! I see. You’ve made another mistake. You want me back? Will I be willing to take your hand again? No. I’ve moved on and found someone else. Who? Guess you’ll never know. You still haven’t turned the page in your book? Well, I’ve turned mine. Now YOU can search for answers. Feel hurt and pain like I have. Your book will go undone, but mine has already been written.

The End