Sometimes I have to remind myself that I’m no longer your news, and you’re no longer mine. But I can’t help but check up on you. I know we’re much happier apart but some days I wonder what it’d be like to talk to each other again. You have your friends and I have mine, but I can’t seem to forget that we were the best of friends at one point. Maybe we’ll meet in another life time. We were young and naive…only had our eyes on each other. I didn’t think there would be a day that I’d meet someone else who isn’t you.