I don’t understand why this always has to be so hard. I know I fucked up before, and I could have been with you then. I’m sorry I hurt you all those months ago. But we’re friends now, right? You still tell me you love me. I hadn’t gotten over you for months after, and I tried to be your friend. Tried to get close to you. You never want to open up to me. I know you say you don’t hate me, and I BELIEVE you. I do. I believe you don’t, but it’s hard to convince my heart that you don’t. I just want to be someone important to you. I want to be someone you can tell your problems to. Be someone you can come to when you’re upset, and I’m not very good at advice, but I want to listen. I can be there for you, if you’d let me. I know I said I want to know everything about you, I DO. I don’t know what specifically though, because as much as I want to know specific things, I can’t just ask questions. I want to know things in that you tell me something that you want to tell someone. Having a Q&A won’t help anyone. I love you, and I wish you’d let me love you. But at the same time, I wish you’d let me go if you don’t want to get closer to me.