Sometimes I think about what will happen to us, and it makes me cry. In some ways I feel like it will be my fault because of what I said to you. Essentially, I told you that we couldn’t pretend to be together anymore. You can’t have your cake and eat it too. That created some distance. In the end it will be me who makes the conscious decision to end whatever this is. The whole thing. Because I won’t be able to get over you as long as you keep me hanging on to you. You won’t anticipate it. You’ll think everything is fine and then one day I will tell you we can’t speak anymore because it is breaking my heart. And you will submit and say, “Okay, if that’s what you want” and I will cry because you’ll never fight for it. I’ll know you never wanted me. You just wanted my attention. I will cry because I was used and taken advantage of and I knew it the entire time, but loved you too much to stop you.