I'm pretty confused right about now. I thought you hated me. I believed you hated me. And to get over you, I ignored you. I hated you. But you're back.
I was head-over-heels in love with you when you left me. I waited and waited for you. I didn't want to let go. But I had to. There comes a time when my fingers fumble, grown weak from gripping so tightly onto you. I gave up.
And now you're back, expecting me to pick up the pieces and love you again. But I can't. Not yet. Last time you said you were coming back, you left me again, for one of my friends. It pissed me off. And you'll probably do it again. Since you're convinced that I'm in love with Travis.
I want to try again, I really do. The only question is: have you learned?
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