Honestly I would love to turn all of my feelings for you to angry feelings. I did love to hate you, detest you, or even slap you. Never look at you the same. But goodness, no matter what happens I can’t compel myself. I make myself forget, and I’m fine. Until something happens that reminds me of a memory, a moment, smell, joke... something so simple and everything changes.
You said you don’t get me. Why I care. Well, you’re not the only one, sweetheart. That moment I wanted to tell you. You’re everything I can’t have. I care because you have a piece of me. I care because there is nothing like the days I spent with you. I care because seeing you kills me. You’re a good person, I have seen the heart you’ve tried you hide. I don’t even know why I freaking care. It hurts to care. I don’t think you do. Clearly, you don’t.
I wish I could hate you. I’m not waiting around anymore. I can’t, for myself.
And you know what? I mean nothing to you.
