Tell me you never loved me. Tell me you never once thought about picking up the phone that lay by your bedside table to confess your love to me. Tell me all of it was for nothing and that you wasted your time. Tell me what we had meant nothing to you. Tell me that our secrets we shared weren’t only for us. Tell me that when you said you cared about me it was a lie. Tell me that you never thought about what could have been with us. Tell me that right now, you are actually happy with her.