The confident, charismatic, wonderful you. I want to hate you. I don’t know how you did this to me, but you did. I fell hard and fast on faith, faith that you were falling too. And I, and everyone else, thought you were.
Apparently I was mistaken and now we’re nothing. I want to hate you, but I can’t. All I want is to hear from you, for you to say you’re thinking about me and that you want something more than this. But it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen anytime soon. I’ve jeopardized friendships, and my dignity to be with you and received nothing in return. And for that I want to hate you, but I can’t.
Love; me, the quiet, timid, confused me.