the thing that makes me sad is that everytime I think of you, everytime I’ve cried becuase of you (countless times), all of it, is nothing compared to how many times you’ve thought of her. however meaningful what we had was, it was always nothing, NOTHING, compared to what she meant to you. she was your first, and you will never forget her, and she was the one who was able to make you forget me. anything that I though we had, looks like nothing compared to hat you shared with her. If I think our “relationship” or whatever you want to call it, was strong, to think that it meant something, it means nothing next to you and her. And when I fall asleep at night, you’re the one I think about, and she’s the one you think about.