minhute:

In a few years, you’ll forget about me. You’ll forget any of this happened. You’ll remember a slight bit about me, you’ll remember my name, but you won’t remember how I was. You’ll have a spouse, you’ll have a family, you’ll have a new life.

I’ll only have been a small part of that life, small to nothing that is, and when you look back on it, I wasn’t as important as you told me that I was. I guess everything you said about it was a lie, and everything you tried was of sympathetic meaning. I guess you helped me raise my hopes and destroy my dreams.

I guess, that was the downfall of us.