Friends.

I always thought we were like Ross and Rachel. More preferably, JD and Elliot. On again, off again, friends again, not again. But I always thought, like them, it'd work out.

Always though that I'd have to watch you with other people, painfully. That I'd kid myself, pretend I'm happy with someone else. That I'd forever hate you for leaving me but forever take you back at the drop of a hat.

And I did, I hated you. And I loved you.

And I realise now, there's more to life than you. You might stop but my world doesn't. You are not a Jenga block. Everything didn't collapse when you did a runner. Maybe it did a little... But I picked it up.

Stronger without you.

I was stupid to think that you'd be my first and only.