I’m not mad that you don’t love me, that’s all hormones and emotions. Am I sad, you don’t naturally gravitate towards me? Of course. It eats me alive. Why can I have so much love for you and your body feels nothing? But I don’t think less of you for not loving me. You can’t control who you love. And as much as I want to tell you we’re perfect for each other, I’ll be stronger. Because even though you’re my world now, I can suffer and wait for the guy who doesn’t need convincing. Love shouldn’t need convincing. So I’ll wait for my hormones to get over you.