How little it means

I just realised how little all that really means to me. All those care free days we spent, acting like retards. They weren't care free I had to try. I kept up an act I hated, to do things that annoy me with people I'm not very fond of. Years have passed since we last spoke and I don't think of you often. I was reading though some of the things we had on facebook. Things that were oh so important at the time. The reasons you were my Best Friend. And I realised how little it means to me. I'm not going to lie, I sometimes find myself missing it. But not tonight because tonight it doesn't mean much. And sweety, neither do you.