You’re conceited for no reason.
You’re funny, but you’re also an asshole about it.
You think you know everything when you’re ignorant as hell.
You never understood me, not really.
You think I’m gunna sit around and pine over you, when I’m halfway gone.
It was real. And it was great. And it was really great. But now I can see your flaws so clearly, and though I don’t believe in meant to be and not meant to be, I know we weren’t supposed to work out, and I’m glad that I can finally be done waiting on you to realize that what’s right in front of you is the best you’re ever gunna get.