It doesn't matter anymore.
But I don't mean it in the bad kind of way.

I'm just starting to get used to this. I'm starting to realise that there are better things and people out there.

It doesn't matter if I'm hurting. Or that you felt the same way back then. Or you didn't.

This time next year we will only be strangers left with good memories. For you at least.

For me? I guess I will wait for another person to come along.
Another person who really cares and whom I really care about.