I don’t know why it’s taking me so long and why it’s so hard for me to get over you. I never even had you. We were never together, we barely were even friends for a long time. Maybe I am crazy. I wish I was bitter about our ending. I wish I could hate you so badly. But I don’t. You’re so sweet and you’re always looking out for others. But you don’t want me. To be honest, I don’t think I’m even close to being good enough for you. I wish I could get your voice out of my head. I wish I didn’t hear your voice speaking the very words, “we’re not on good terms but we’re not on bad.” I wish I could erase the thought of another “gal” being upset if we hung out. So I hope the next girl doesn’t screw you over. I hope she doesn’t make the same mistakes I did years ago. I hope you get into Michigan. I hope all your dreams come true. I hope you’re happy. You deserve happiness. You deserve nothing but the best.
I’ll still always love you and I’ll still always care. No one will ever understand that. I don’t even understand it myself.