I have had a shitty night. I called you to say goodnight and here your sweet voice to end a bad night. What do you do, you tell me you can’t talk and hang up on me. Well the bitch wins. I’m done with you hurting me. I made the choice for you. I have loved you for over a year. You should of manned up and told me your true feelings instead of letting me wait and making a fool out of myself. I hope she makes you very happy. Like you used to make me happy. Now all I do is put a fake smile on and pretend that just friends is fine. Well it isn’t. I want you to date me. Not her. Well I told you not to let the girl that could be the one get away, but I just got away.