because:
You don’t care about me. It’s like no matter how many letters I give you, how many texts I send you, how many comments I give you – you really wouldn’t care. I wanna be spared even just a little bit of your attention. But even if I strive to let you know how I feel, who I am, how much I love you and how much I care for you, it’s like you really won’t give a damn. I never liked explaining myself, but for you I learned how to do it.
Of your very loud voice. Whenever you’re around, it’s like your screaming, “Hey there, I’m here, come and say hi to me.” But I’m tired. I’m tired of trying to be nice to you. And doing everything to make you happy. And why the hell should I greet you? You were also there, why won’t you have the initiative? You come and greet everyone around me but me. Thanks. That really helps.
Your different. Your different when we’re together. I like you because you’re you. But then it’s not like you whenever we’re together. I like you for being decisive, for having great ideas, for being so funny and spontaneous – things that you are when I’m not there. We rarely get to hang out with each other and whenever that time comes, it’s like you’re still not giving it all. If you actually don’t enjoy being with me, then just say so. That way we’ll both be spared of everything.
Of a lot more things. But especially because even though you give me too many reasons to hate you, I’m still here, on the brink of obsession for you. I wish I could finally let go. Finally move on. Finally forget. And finally stop.
Stop loving you.
