I mean it this time, i really do. I’m done with the mind games and sweet talk. I can’t keep doing this to myself. And how can you keep letting me? You say you care about me, if you did you would stop making me suffer. Thinking what could have been or should have been. I hate myself for it, for leading it on. And how do you feel about it all? That it’s just for fun or is there a slight chance you really do care? I have loved you for so long. Too long in that matter. Because everytime i give you a chance i get let down again. Second chances? Boy i you have had to many to count. I don’t know why i keep doing this. Well i do i just hate to admit it because it makes me look dumb and pathetic. I rather not look like i’m obssesd with you, cause i’m not i just love you. But they call it a first love for a reason. there will be more. So bye bye to you, and hello to the new.