I know I still want you. After a year, after all the freaking crap that happened between us, I still want you. However, if you were about to knock on my door, today, right now, I wouldn't even consider giving us a second chance.

I desired to forget, to erase any memories left of you. For the past 3 months, I keep seeing you in my dreams. Cocky, arrogant and proud, wearing that smug expression. I fucking hate it.