no regrets here
A promise broken, to me, is a lesson learned and an experience I choose to take with me to the grave; it meant nothing to you. In my head, I replay the sequence of events over and over again, and as the hours turn to days I get farther and farther away from the person I was when you hurt me, and closer to the person I will be when I overcome the pain. Most of the time, I keep myself busy enough so that I don't have to actually think about how quickly and unexpectedly our friendship ended; the times I do think about it I get so angry I see red, and it makes me happy that you chose to extricate yourself from something that used to be everything – it no longer means a thing. I truly believe that one day we'll look back and regret the course of events and the outcome of one summer, but until then, I'm moving on, because I know that somehow, somewhere, you're doing the same… and I refuse to be left behind.