Please, stop treating me like I'm going to break. I won't. I can promise you that. I've been through so much worse than you. You don't have to tip-toe. Or watch your words. Or be so goddamn nice all the time. How are you so nice all the time?
Yeah, I get it, I'm all in love with you and you're all with someone else. I can't get over you and it's embarrassing and it's pathetic, but don't act like it's something you did. You don't have to be scared of your "big bad power over me". I'm not your responsibility. This isn't your doing. It's mine. If I wanted to stop loving you, I probably could. You don't get to make or break me; only I get to do that. But I don't want to stop loving you just yet. I don't want to give up hope just yet. Especially with this tip-toeing, this getting along, this you being so nice and it feeling like old times and me fantasizing that maybe it could be again.
I wish you'd yelled at me. I wish you'd yell at me. I wish you'd call me and scream and be terrible. Just let me know you feel fucking something.
It'd be so much easier to hate you than it is to love you.
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