And I can tell myself that I'm over you. Or that I don't need you. Or that it doesn't bother me that you chose her.
And I'll tell my friends that I'm fine. That i'm over it. That I just don't want to see you because it will be awkward.
But that won't be why. it will be because i'm still in love with you. Because the pain will be unbearable. And I can tell myself every single lie in the book but i won't believe any single one because you still didn't choose me and it still hurts.