It makes me sick how much I love you, and how little you consider my feelings. A relationship is supposed to be about two people. I give but I don’t get anything back. Your friends are so beautiful, happy, and in love. They tell each other they care about each other, and it makes me laugh they thought we’d ever get married. I make you happy, at times, is what you said to me. I mostly just annoy you. After a year, that’s the best you can give me.