I wish you'd stop lying. I wish you could just tell me these things to my face without me having to find out from so many different people. I wish I had never known sometimes. Sometimes I wish I had thrown the rings away. Believe me when I say the state of mind I'm in has nothing to do with you. It's something else. It's someone else. You're important to me but you aren't THAT important. I begin to wonder if all you are to me now is a distant memory. I'll see you in December.