You don't understand. It's not that I don't miss you. It's not that I don't want to talk to you. It's that I can't miss you. I won't let myself. And I don't know what to say. It's too late for us, I think, as much as I hate it. You'd rather hurt me than tell me something's wrong. You don't have to tell me what's wrong even. I just need to know there is something. I genuinely had no idea you were hurting because you didn't tell me. And I thought it was my fault. I feel like I did everything to prove how much I loved you and it still wasn't enough. You were still conflicted. You still tried to kill yourself and I had no idea there was anything wrong. So yeah. If you have to question it over and over again, I think it's best for us to not be together. If you really loved me you wouldn't have ever considered any other choice at all. If you really loved me you'd tell me something's wrong. And if you really loved me then you wouldn't have kissed Livi and lied about it.
