I wish I didn’t care anymore as much as you don’t care about me anymore. I don’t know if people realize that I’m serious when I say that if anything bad were to happen to me, you wouldn’t care a bit. Because I believe it. I suppose you did me a favor by breaking up with me, since I will always wonder if someday, I will be as important to you as your friends are.
They can have you. I know I’ll get over missing you. They can have you. Your ex can have you, too.