I didn't stop loving you. I just stopped showing it because no matter how hard I try to show you that you mean the world to me, to you I'm just another person out there.

And now I'm living in the past with all these regrets. Looking at all the chances I was too afraid to take and the people I was too scared to admit my feelings to. Life is moving on but I still can't let go off all these regrets.

Day after day I'm missing you. Week after week I'm forgetting you. Month after month I'm moving on. Year after year I'm regretting the moment I met you.

You know I was there for you every single moment. You weren't there when I really needed you. You preferred someone else when you had the choice of coming back and start a new page. You better not come back to me with a broken heart and ask for my love, because I'm not going to heal you. I learned from you. You don't deserve me. I once loved you and you pushed me away. I'm not a game you can have me and then throw me away. Nope. My dignity comes first. I'm not coming back. I moved on.

In the end, I'll regret all the chances I didn't take with you. I'll regret all the moments I let slip by. I'll regret all the times I hid my feelings from you. And in end, my biggest regret was losing you.

I wish you would open your eyes and realize what you have before it's gone. You keep pushing me away from you and every time I have to fight my way back in. The fight in me is slowly dying and once it's gone, I'll be gone too, and I won't be coming back.