I've grown quiet now. You won't hear me talk about you anymore. It doesn't hurt like it used to. I suppose I am grateful for that at least. But I will never be the girl I was before I know you. On some days, I miss her, more than I miss you. After all, she was the one you fell desperately in love with. You just didn't know it at the time. But you do now, don't you?

You've grown quiet too. I don't think it's for a lack of things to say. Sometimes, things just don't work out the way we plan. What's the point of dwelling on what could have been?