That’s why I wanted to ask you, do you hate me? Do you hate me for giving up? For denying how much I love you just because I don’t want to bother you anymore? For saying that I don’t miss you at all so you’ll finally be able to move on from my bullshit? For not coming back to you because I’m scared I might screw things up again? For staying away because I know I’ll be holding you back from something you’ve always wanted to do? Because I’ve seen how much you’ve changed and I’m scared that you being with me will slow you down on what you do? Well, do you?