I’ve told you this before, but I love you. You have this way of making me feel like I’m the only boy in the world you care about. This just makes it all worse when it comes into light that I’m not.
You know, i seriously don’t think you really get why I’m upset with you, why even thinking about you makes me want to break glass. You have one other habit: leading me on like no other. Let’s look at the evidence.
Exhibit A: You kissed me. The only reason we’re in this mess is because you kissed me, giving me exactly what I wanted, giving me a chance to quality these feelings I have for you. That kiss meant the world to me, but meant nothing to you. In that moment, I was ready to make the commitment. In that moment, I was perfectly okay traversing the 200 miles that normally separate us, because you were worth it. Out of curiosity, how many boys did you go through in the two weeks between kissing me and dating the boy who ultimately broke your heart?
Exhibit B: After he did exactly what I knew he was going to do, and you left him, I tried my hardest to be a good friend to you. I made an honest attempt to put making you happy before my feelings. I’m sorry I couldn’t do it. The night I told you I loved you, you specifically told me that you could see yourself falling for me, but you couldn’t be with anybody after the relationship you had just gone through. Literally a week after this conversation, you had found yourself another boy.
I’m sincerely sorry you don’t have feelings for me, because I really do feel that I would have been good to you. We weren’t even together, and just being around you made me so insanely happy. But I just can’t take this game anymore. It hurts just being around you now. Maybe I’ll get over it, and we can go back to being friends, but right now it doesn’t seem likely. Hopefully you’ll understand why I won’t talk to you anymore.