I don’t understand.
You broke up with me, and broke my heart. I stopped wearing all the things that had some sort of connection to you. Why are you still wearing the bracelet that I let you have. The same bracelet my friend in the Army gave me before he left to Iraq. The same friend that come home and left once again to come home 3 months later in a box. That bracelet has some real meaning. It’s the last thing I have of him. You said you wouldn’t ever take it off, but you said you’d never hurt me; look how that turned out. I’m not saying take it off, by all means keep it on if you want. It’s yours now, but I just can’t wrap my head around why you still wear it. And I know you stalk my tumblr, go ahead text me to stop talking about you on MY BLOG; you read that and now you’re not gonna text. Don’t think I want you back, because that’s far from it. I’ve met a girl who likes me for me. She’s a wonderful girl. I do hope you have a happy life. Maybe one day we’ll be close friends again… One day.
