Why do you do this to me? I think I'm over you, and then, then you go and do it, you either tell me you miss me, or tell someone else, or are nice to me, or watch my video, or remind me of all the reasons that I liked you for so long, and I can't take it. We're not supposed to talk, you're not supposed to think of me, ever. You'd think that it would be not caring about me that would hurt, but no, the fact that you still do, that you still think about me, want to talk to me, wish we were friends, that kills me.
You're just a boy, just one single boy, why can't I just let you go, why can't you let me go? I hate that this hurts you, and I hate that you can't just man-up and take charge of the situation.
I was so miserable for days when I found out that we couldn't talk everyday like we used to, I wish and wish and wish that we could go back to the way things were, before the summer, before everything went wrong, when we were such good friends. But more than that, I wish that we could both just be happy, that we could stop missing the other person, stop being hurt by it, and move on. Everytime you do something that proves how much you did like me, it brings a pang of regret and misery, and I can't take it. I AM SICK of wasting time thinking of you. I would say that you don't deserve it, but part of me knows that you do, the part of me that won't let you go.
Forget me, so that I, in turn, can forget you, because everytime I do, there you are again. I know you don't want to hurt me, so just let me think that you're a bastard, let me curse your name, let me wish we had never met, but please, please, don't make me sad and miss you.
Love,