One day when your happy with your life and just enjoying it, you’ll get an unexpected text. Maybe by this time you’ve already forgotten his number, maybe not. And it’ll be him, wanting to “talk”. Wait, hold up. Remember all those tears you shed, while he shed none. Remember those corny pick up lines, remember th hurt. Look at how happy you are now. Yeah, that’s whut I thought. Don’t answer that text. Maybe I've changed. I'm not th person I used to be because I don't wanna get used or walked over.
