Over You?

I'm over you. I don't know why that was as hard as it was. I didn't shed a tear, just like I said I wouldn't, but it was still tough. What a waste of time. I realize now that it is better this way. I do still care about you. I hope you're doing good. I hope you find happiness. I still want to be you're friend, but I'm over you. Am I? I think about you more than I do all of my other friends. I think about seeing you again. I fantasize about us hanging out as friends, but struggling to remain just that. I wonder about what you're doing, who you're with. Why? I don't want this. I don't want to have these feelings anymore. I'm over you, remember? I haven't talked to you in weeks, and yet you don't leave me alone. I want you to miss me, not the other way around.