You act as if I'm done. You act as if I don't care anymore. But I care way to much. I shouldn't read them anymore but it's the only way I can know how you feel. It hurts me to know that you haven't moved on. I probably never will. The box in the corner of my room screams at me to open it. But every time I do it makes me think. Who was at fault?Was it me? Was I too stubborn? You were just confused..... I hope we can sort this out. I don't want to keep looking at that box.
