I learned to ignore your existence just so I could convince myself that I'm over you.

Over your promises. 
Over our lost chances.
Over us.

But if I'm really over you, I wonder why my thoughts still linger in our yesterdays. Why they stay there, unbothered as fragments of what we were supposed to be crippled me.

Our used-to-bes. 

I used to be yours.
You used to be mine.
It was supposed to be me and you against the world (and I know you'll say it sounds stupid but you promised me this so please remember). 

But I guess I wasn't important enough for you to keep on fighting. 

Was I not enough? 
Was it all just an illusion?
Was there actually nothing to protect in the first place? 

Was I the only one willing to do everything for this "love" I thought both of us feel? 

Ah, on second thought don't answer that. I don't think I will be able to handle what you'll say. 

It still hurts me though.