You don’t know how many times I have wished for you on 11:11.
You don’t know that I loved you.
You don’t know that I lost the will to live because of you.
You don’t know that I am still protective of you.
You don’t know that I am still surprised when people tell me you love me.
I don’t plan on telling you. Or anyone else.
I could play games with you. I could screw you over the way you did to me.
But I won’t. As badly as you hurt me, I care about you much too much to strike back.
I’m sorry. There will always be something attracting me to you. Whether we’re friends or something more.
That is all.
