I don't hate you. I don't love you. I don't know you.
I only know of the man who had won my heart.
I don't want this boy who appears in front of me now, so don't worry about me wanting to "take him back" or whatever. Looking back, it brings a smile to my face subconciously but when I think of how reality is at the moment, I just want to punch whoever you are now in the face.
