I think.. I think when it’s all over, it just comes back in flashes, you know? It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, but it all just comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would not happen. It’s not really anything he said. Or anything he did. It’s the feeling that came along with it. And.. crazy thing is, I don’t know if I’m ever gonna feel that way again. But I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright. But I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you? Maybe he knew that, when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all, wasn’t losing him. It was losing me.
Sometimes, when it’s finally over, what hurts you the most is not the fact that it’s actually over, but rather it’s that feeling that sits in the pit of your stomach that you somehow knew she wasn’t right for you in the beginning. That she would destroy you. And you still chose to waste your time with him anyway. By the time she realises what she’s lost. You’ll be with someone who already knew.