Remember when we would talk? And there were those pauses between the words. The ones where you stared at me. And smiled a little. And puckered your lips at me, like a kiss through the computer. I kissed back and sighed. And you simply said, “You have the most wonderful looking lips.”

Remember when you told me I was beautiful? And I didn’t have to hide myself. And how you should have kissed me before. Or asked, “How about a movie?” You regretted missing out on me, on who I am. You wanted to see me.

Remember when you thought I was worth it? And then you didn’t.

You might remember. But you don’t remember how I’m still worth it, how I’m still beautiful, and how you are going to regret hurting me. Because when you realize this all, I’ll be in the arms of someone who means everything he says. Someone who isn’t just saying these things to fill the silence.

I hope you remember, just for a minute, so you realize how much you messed up.