I forgot

I forgot how to feel. I forgot how is it to miss someone.
I do miss my friend. I miss my youth.
I forgot what does it feel to have your heart flutter. The guy who did that to me before is a cheater. I don't miss him. Not anymore. I hate him in fact. Too much.
He makes me hate. He makes my heart harden, even further.

He makes me forget that I, too, have feeling.