One day, he texted me. That day, I realized he means nothing to me. He’s just an other guy. Just an other guy I wasted time on, tried to look good for, and tried to impress. He’s just another bad memory. I remember how much I liked him, and wanted him. But at the same time how much het gets on my nerves.
Instead of getting all excited over this one message, I just clicked erase and moved on.