Don't get me wrong, I am still very, very mad at myself for not being able to stop loving you.
There is someone, someone else entirely, someone else who I can actually start something with but I can't; because I'm so stupidly in love with you.
I had hopes.
I thought we were stirring up something, figured things were starting to change.
I was wronged. Nothing changed, everything remained the same, in fact, perhaps things got worse instead.
I had hopes. Not anymore.
But I still have this excruciatingly painful love for you.
