You don’t really love me, you certainly don’t need me. You’ve been lying to me all along. Hell, you’ve been lying to yourself. You’re lonely, and somewhat alone. You want me with you, I don’t doubt that at all. It’s for all the wrong reasons though.
I wish I could step back from this. I wish I was stronger. People think I’m stupid for putting myself into your hands again. For having any kind of faith or trust in you. I’m not stupid, I’m stuck. I can’t just walk away from this.
I know ultimately this will end you will once again become bored, meet someone who gives you sparks, and once fully involved with said person, you will leave. Just as you did before. I don’t feel passion from you. You don’t hold that for me. It’s only a matter of time.
*Sigh* I wish you were somewhat more empathetic, if you could see what this does to me… Really though, the fault is mine, it’s not as if I don’t know the ending to this story, is it?