Why was I not good enough for you?
But still tell me that you like me and don’t know why. You tell me you don’t want to start a relationship because you don’t want to lose our friendship.
But you go ahead and lose me anyways.
What’s wrong with me? Will I ever be enough for someone? What should I change? Can I change who I am for someone and be happy? And knowing you’re bad for me, why do I still cling to the idea of you?
I move on but still see glimpses of you in small insignificant things.
Years later you tell me you want to hang out as if not a day went by. I wish you could feel the sadness that I felt when you said that. I would rather you tell me you hate me and forget about me. It would have been easier on me.
If I hated you I would hope that whoever you fall in love with does the same to you what you did to me. But I don’t hate you and I don’t know if I ever will. Because when you told me you liked me, I knew I loved you.