Ex. (Part Two)

It's been two years, I moved on. 

It's been two years, you messaged me.

"Hey"

I was finally happy again.

I was then reminded of the pain you caused. 

"I'm sorry"

Two words will never fill my broken heart. 

I was only fourteen but I didn't know I could hurt like that.

I'm sixteen, I'm happy again.

You're sixteen, you were always happy. 

You moved on. 

I moved on. 

You popped up.

I was broken again.