I’m still waiting. How pathetic is that? Everyday I wait for a phone call, a text, an email, letting me know that you’re still the person I thought you were. Hoping that one day you’ll come back to me. I’m still confused as to how everything ended up like this. I thought that you loved me. I guess I shouldn’t believe everything someone tells me. To be completely honest I’m going crazy. I’m here pretending to be someone I’m not because I don’t want anyone to know that I still care. Even you. Pretending not to love you is one of the hardest things I’ve had to do, but it seems to be effective. I miss you, but I don’t have the guts to tell you. I love you, but I’m scared that you’ll never feel the same way. I hate you, because you broke my heart. I hate myself even more, because even though you put me through all of that, if it was my decision, I’d still take you back. I know that we had our issues that we had to go through, but I’d never thought that it would end like this. For now I still have hope, but over time that might go away. So I hope that you don’t regret anything. I really hope you don’t. Because if you do, that means we had a chance, but you were too late to realize it.
with all my love and hate,