sometimes i hope we’re still friends when i get married.
i hope that i’ll invite you to my wedding and you’ll come.
then you’ll see me as the happiest girl in the world.
you’ll see me with a guy who treats me right and loves
me more than himself. you’ll see all you could’ve had
and you’ll regret letting me go, but the thing
i want you to see the most is that i survived without you.
