Past or otherwise, I cannot bear the thought of you with another girl. I feel absolutely sick to my stomach. I was part of your past. Now I'm currently your present. But as for that interim between, I'd rather be oblivious to. A part of me wants to know everything, know every damn horrible detail. The other, would rather stick my fingers in my ears & yell 'lalalaaaalaaaa' like a child. I want to know everything about you. &Yet I'd rather know nothing. It still hurts what could have been.