I still have this idiotic notion that we could be together.
I still imagine us seeing each other, imagine you suddenly confessing your love for me.
It will never happen. It will literally never happen. So why can’t I just let it go?
I know what I’m doing with you. You know what I’m doing. We know it’s going to end with me being hurt. So why do I keep indulging? How did I become an emotional masochist?
Where did it all go wrong?
When will I learn?