did I ever even matter?

I want someone to share my secrets with,
someone to talk to late at night when I
can't sleep, someone who feels comfortable
around my family, someone to comfort  me
when I'm sad, someone who doesn't need to
say that he loves me for me to know it's true.

Of course we'll meet new people and fall in love again. We're going to hate each other and seek out to hurt each other, but we'll always have a history that won't let us forget about each other no matter how much we want to.

I'd like to still think I never did those things or never said that to you. But the truth is, I did and that's a part of me. I make mistakes, and I know who I am because of them. I lost you because of it, but to lose you meant to gain myself.