Don’t know why I miss you

I would be lying if I said I didn't miss you. Everytime we look at pictures or talk about all the things we did together I hear this nagging voice in the back of my head saying, maybe things would be better... maybe we could be friends again... maybe, maybe, maybe. Those maybes will always haunt me because I gave you every part of me, told you things that I had never told anybody. I trusted in you so damn much and I gave you more chances than you deserved. Everytime you broke me down more and more, left me when I needed you the most. You caused me more pain than a best friend ever should and I just couldn't see that you didn't care about me. So I really have no idea why I miss you so much... I guess I just do.