Of all your friends who were here for me

Of all the stupid things I have done.
I have lost you.
And all of me.
And
All the others
That were precious too.

I always think that you've move on.
I believe you did.
But I wish you didn't.
And I wish all your friends who were here to comfort me, was here from your wish.
But it wasn't.
You weren't in my present life.
And that's the only truth.
And
What am I doing?