I always said that I cared for you, I said that because I did not want to say I loved you. How can someone love someone who does not love them back. It would be one sided, but I now realize that love is often one sided. But I think it fits regardless. I care for you, and it hurts because I know that you do not care for me, at least not the way I do. It hurt and so I left, and then when I came back and demanded that you be there for me, you were mad, and I did not understand why, and then I realized it was because even though I was not to you what you were to me, you still needed me and wanted me to be there, and I wasn’t. But now I am, and you ignore me, the way that I ignored you. Please, you said you forgave me, but why won’t you see me? I wish that I could forget you, I wish that I could erase you from my mind like fickle writing on a whiteboard. But I can’t, and so I hate you, I love you, and I hate you, and I wish I could forget you. Or you could let me be a part of your life, like you said so many many times before. Life’s a bitch.