It's that moment.

You read those words.

Those small little words.

And you just fall apart.

You're devastated,
Inconsolable

You feel as if part of your still beating heart has been ripped out of your chest.
Or
My chest.

I'm glad you're fine about it, really.
I'm fine too.

I'm happy I kept you company for a while.
Entertained you for a bit.
A little friend to you when you needed it.
Maybe even a bit of a lover.
And I'm happy I didn't mean too much to you for you to even be a little bit sad, on no, that'd be terrible.

God forbid you shed a tear.

While you were typing little words, jus t to tell me while I stayed

I struggled to not just completely break down.

I'm glad you said what you needed, and I'm glad you eliminated my pestilence.

You said you were sorry.
That's hard to believe.

What's also a bit hard to believe is that you said you loved me.
No, I'm not looking for a relationship, I never was.
But hearing that made me so exuberant, sometimes it made my day.

But now that I think about it, maybe I was a bit right about not believing you when you said it.

I might've just been a small part of your life

But
May be
I would've considered you

My entire world.

I went to sleep thinking about you
And woke up thinking about you.

No, no, it wasn't obsessive thinking, I'll admit.
It was just a small thought that made me a bit happy whenever I did think it.

But thanks.
Thanks.
You were my friend.
One of my best, if not my only.

And I was just a cheap entertainment when you needed it.

Don't tell me I didn't care

Because even with all of this happening

I still do.
And I might always will.

Breakeven.
I apologize if the link doesn't work.
http://m.youtube.com/?#/watch?v=MzCLLHscMOw