It's been three years.

Three years of trying to understand you. Three years of withstanding every bit of crap you throw at me. Three years of frequent falling-getting back up episodes that we can't seem to get enough of. Three years of pissing each other off by chasing other people just to even out the score. Three years. Three fucking years of you taking a part of me every day, at every chance you get.

Three whole years of nothing, spent on nothing, lived and breathed on nothing.

If you don't want me around anymore, just say it.

It's been three years. Let me forget you.