Listen, I know I loved you. I loved you from eigth grade all the way up to the beggining of this year. Four whole years of loving you. I know you stopped liking me after about two, and you get fed up with the fact that i was head over heels in love. I know you thought I was pathetic. You’re not good enough yet. You’re not perfect, and I know you think you are. It I just want to talk to you one-on-one, one more time. I need to tell you that i don’t love you anymore, just so I know that i dont. I need you to know that i want you to be my friend, but nothing more. It took me four years to figure out that you’re not the one for me. And I finnally figured out you’re not perfect, like you think you are.
I just want to get back at you for the four years of my life I spent pining over you, while you egged me on and laughed when my back was turned. And I know that it’s just what I need to move on.