I know you don’t love me. Anymore, or at all. If you ever did. I know you know I read your texts. I know it is always one girl or another, but never me. I know every time you tell me a lie. But I’m not angry. I guess you can’t miss what you never really had. This is the goodbye I doubt you’ll ever get. I will stay longing and distant until you fall for someone harder than you have fallen for these other girls. That’s the day you’ll leave me. If I had guts, I’d leave you. But I can’t take another confrontation. You explaining away I love you texts. Excuses I cling to out of desperation. I am hungry for something more. I will have to wait. But I am not mad. I will always be convinced I loved you.