My eyes are aching, but I know if I stop typing now, I won't remember to carry on tomorrow.

Ah, and of course.

Mornings.

Do you remember our mornings? Of course you do. It was recent, wasn't it? Calling each other at a certain time, me walking to my stop and you already on(?) your bus?

It was so small, so pointless, but it meant so so so much. I don't quite understand why I miss it so much. But I do. And I can't help that, can I?

Did you like talking to me? Do you prefer talking to them? If you do, I won't be surprised. But of course, I obviously won't make you choose. That's stupid. Especially as I was never, ever like them. And they will never, ever be the same as me.

I hope you realise that it was, however much I ignored it, upsetting when I saw. When I figured it was you. When I saw that out of all the people you could've had, you chose him.

Wouldn't you feel bad? I mean, obviously you didn't care who I was with. Obviously it didn't matter to you. Right?

I'm not trying to make you look bad. I'm not trying to make you feel sorry for me. I want you to see my answers. And since we don't speak anymore, or at least shouldn't, don't you think it's easier to write everything I feel?