Silently Destroyed

Epitome: It hurt everyday seeing you in the hallway, your eyes glued to the floor because you were too afraid to look up at me. Like I didn't exist. Yes, you broke my heart. But I still love you and I don't know why. I still love the way you bite the inside of your cheek when you get nervous. I still love the way you spin your pencil in your fingers when your thinking. I still love the way you smile when someone says a joke. I still love your dimples. I still love the way you hurt me.