I tried to write it from his version... And I still remember everything. I haven't forgotten.

I tried to tell her but she wouldn't listen.

She always left me for other guys.

It was as if she didn't care.

It was as if she was toying with my feelings.

It felt like it was all just a game…

I had fallen in love with her.

I loved her smile.

I loved her laugh.

I loved her voice.

I loved her humor.

I loved watching her expressions, reactions.

I loved texting her.

I loved talking to her.

I loved holding her in my arms.

She was everything I wanted, just because she was the opposite of me.

Except for the good things. She either met or beat me.

She was beautiful to me. She was the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

She was worth it all.

I found out a lot about her.

I could easily interpret her thoughts just by watching her expression.

I could hear what she really wanted to tell me, whenever I told her I loved her.

I could read the sadness in her eyes, when she was faking a smile.

I could tell what was wrong, when she was quiet.

I knew so much about her.

Until she became a stranger…

She always followed other guys happily.

She never talked to me, except for bad things.

It was then, that I realized…

We were better off without each other.

I wanted to be with her, but I also did not want to.

I was running out of time.

I chose the easiest for me.

I broke up with her.

My feelings had faded away.

I purposely made myself forget everything I told her.

I made myself forget how I felt with her by my side.

I forgot all the good memories.

I made myself move on.

I tried telling her to move on.

I tried to make it appear as if I didn't care about her anymore.

I made it seem like she was never anything to me, which I felt guilty for.

Because…

She was.

Now I see her everyday with that same empty look on her face.

I see her tears but I don't ever help, knowing she wouldn't move on.

I see her walking, so alone, but I stay with our friends. The friends we both used to have.

She's distanced herself from our group because of me.

I watch her force a smile upon her face, trying to deceive everyone.

I hear the words, sounding like lines an actress must remember.

I can read the sadness in her presence, whenever she walks silently past me.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for all the promises I made to her, knowing very well that I broke them all.

I'm sorry for all the compliments.

I'm sorry for making her worry.

I'm sorry for hurting her.

I'm sorry for making her cry.

I'm sorry for giving her that false hope.

I'm sorry for making her feel like a bad person.

I'm sorry I yelled at her.

I'm sorry for taking my anger out on her.

I'm sorry for everything.

I'm sorry I gave up on her.

But I can't tell any of this to her.

Because it'll make it worse.

Now I've fully moved on. I completely stopped worrying about her.

She's not a part of my life anymore. But thanks to her, I've become a better, stronger person. And I'm still sorry…

We're better off without each other.

"I asked you out. I fell in love. Simple." –J. Nguyen