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“You can’t be this way anymore. I don’t need you, I breathe you. It’s not need; it’s just a customary thing for me now. I love the way I can look at you and see what you feel. I can’t keep looking for you anymore, though. I miss the old you. The way you could tell me what was wrong without worrying how I felt about her. I’m okay with it. I have to be in order to be your friend; being your friend is the most important thing right now. I can’t give my love away if it’s going to mean that I can’t see you. And so what if you don’t feel the same? I’m okay with that. Just talk to me, don’t let me worry so much, and put me in my place every once in a while. I don’t want to be the only one necessarily. I wish that I could be your only, but I don’t see it. Not in the near future; not ever. Don’t leave me out in the dark. Just because I feel more doesn’t mean it hurts when you smile at me; when you tell me that I matter. Were those lies? They felt forced and fake. Your smiles look as though you’re in pain. Pushing through and showing a lie isn’t always best. Maybe I should have taken my own advice a little earlier. I try to tell you what’s wrong with me, but it’s not important. Not important enough that you will push to find out. Because unless it’s you… Well. You don’t care. You scare me. I know you’re still in pain, no matter what you say. I can’t believe such stupid lies. Of course you hurt. Pains immense enough to cause suicidal thoughts don’t disappear in the two weeks you stopped talking to me. And you stopped talking to me. Why? Am I that terrible of company? I loved you. Rather, I thought I did. But you make it so hard on a person to feel the way that they do. I can’t love you if you just stomp on my heart with every step you take. Choose the direction you want and stay on a steady path. Don’t go one way, and then change your mind at the last minute. Procrastination isn’t a good habit. And it’s not good on a girl’s heart. You go for her, but she shoots you down. You don’t give up. Instead, you continued to badger her and butcher your own heart. And my heart, too. One at a time, you ruin your life because of the people you communicate with. I’m done impressing you. I’m done loving you. I stopped a long time ago. I won’t be here when she breaks you. I won’t be here when you need someone to pick your feelings up; I sure as hell won’t be here as a rebound; I won’t be your quick fuck; and don’t ever expect me to be here to talk to you ever again.

I’m done.”

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“You can’t be this way anymore. I don’t need you, I breathe you. It’s not need; it’s just a customary thing for me now. I love the way I can look at you and see what you feel. I can’t keep looking for you anymore, though. I miss the old you. The way you could tell me what was wrong without worrying how I felt about her. I’m okay with it. I have to be in order to be your friend; being your friend is the most important thing right now. I can’t give my love away if it’s going to mean that I can’t see you. And so what if you don’t feel the same? I’m okay with that. Just talk to me, don’t let me worry so much, and put me in my place every once in a while. I don’t want to be the only one necessarily. I wish that I could be your only, but I don’t see it. Not in the near future; not ever. Don’t leave me out in the dark. Just because I feel more doesn’t mean it hurts when you smile at me; when you tell me that I matter. Were those lies? They felt forced and fake. Your smiles look as though you’re in pain. Pushing through and showing a lie isn’t always best. Maybe I should have taken my own advice a little earlier. I try to tell you what’s wrong with me, but it’s not important. Not important enough that you will push to find out. Because unless it’s you… Well. You don’t care. You scare me. I know you’re still in pain, no matter what you say. I can’t believe such stupid lies. Of course you hurt. Pains immense enough to cause suicidal thoughts don’t disappear in the two weeks you stopped talking to me. And you stopped talking to me. Why? Am I that terrible of company? I loved you. Rather, I thought I did. But you make it so hard on a person to feel the way that they do. I can’t love you if you just stomp on my heart with every step you take. Choose the direction you want and stay on a steady path. Don’t go one way, and then change your mind at the last minute. Procrastination isn’t a good habit. And it’s not good on a girl’s heart. You go for her, but she shoots you down. You don’t give up. Instead, you continued to badger her and butcher your own heart. And my heart, too. One at a time, you ruin your life because of the people you communicate with. I’m done impressing you. I’m done loving you. I stopped a long time ago. I won’t be here when she breaks you. I won’t be here when you need someone to pick your feelings up; I sure as hell won’t be here as a rebound; I won’t be your quick fuck; and don’t ever expect me to be here to talk to you ever again.

I’m done.”