I don’t think you understand how you hurt me, and I honestly don’t know why I expected you to. Every time you don’t answer, every time I pass by and you don’t bat an eye my doubt grows and it has consumed me. Sometimes after we talk in person or on the phone, I feel like you actually care about me. What a fleeting sensation it turns out to be. For the longest time, I couldn’t get you out of my head no matter how hard I tried because I thought I finally met someone like me but so different... perfect. Now I’ve come to my senses. I know you don’t think of me, and when you do it’s only because I’m an annoyance. Your interactions with me are damage control because you know my head well enough to be worried. I wish you wouldn’t toy with me like this, telling me you care about me and never giving me a second thought. Who are you to do this to me? Who am I to let it happen and give myself up. I could never get upset with you for taking time and stressing myself out by completing that project for you. I’m glad it got you where you are. I’d do it again, because I’m stupid and I think you’re incredible. It’s a ridiculous thing to ask, but please just never ask me for anything again. I’m not mad, I never will be because I don’t think you really did anything wrong. My only issue is that everything aches when I think of how much of my heart I invested in someone who could never give anything back.