I am terrified that I am in love with you. Because you aren’t good enough for me, but I love you with everything I have anyway. And every time I want to be done, I can’t. My head is done with this, and the aggravation and the stress and the unnecessary complications, but my heart has seen something in you from the first time we talked, and I can’t let go of you. No matter how hard I try. It’s been a year since I’ve seen you, and I tell people “we don’t talk anymore”, making it clear to them that I’ve moved on… but I know when I do see you, I will be tormented by how much I do love you. I don’t want to anymore.