I don’t know why, after all this time, I still can’t stop thinking about you. I know you’re not the right person for me. I know that there are character flaws in you that I could never look past. I know that there are better people out there for me – ones that actually care about me. Yet still, I find myself wishing to gain your approval. It’s like you’ve become some kind of drug for me. I won’t see you for months, but when I do, and something happens, it’s enough to keep me coming for more.
I wish you could either show that you care, not in a loving way even, just in a way that shows that you respect me, respect our choices, and care about me as a person.