What hurt me the most was not what you said, it was what I saw in your eyes when you last looked at me. In those giant eyes of pure hazel nut I saw that same expression I saw on your eyes almost three years ago when she died: that you had lost me and there was nothing you could do about it.
And I, I know you like the back of my hands and so I can never imagine myself forgetting that look and how I felt I was dead to you too.
I'm sorry, but I don't regret it, because all I can miss now is my best friend.