I want to be the real thing that actually matters. I wanted to be the one who was different. The one for whom it was more than a crush. The one yu chose in the end. Instead I'm the one who keeps getting my heart broken for the longest time.

And yet I didn't give up on yu because yu're difficult. Your difficultness is one of the things I like best about yu. It's just that I can't do much else. I can continue to try to conquer my fear, be your best friend, gain your respect. In the end, that's all I really wanted, because I respect yu more than anyone, and if yu don't respect me, what does that say about me? But at some point, you have to show me that yu care about me too. I'm done with crying on the way home from days we spend together.

I try to tell myself that it's your loss, and it is. But it's my loss too. I've never believed that I had nothing to lose, because even though I didn't have yu, I truly believed I had our future together. I never wanted to lose that. But I think I have. And yu have too.

I'm the only person who thinks it's hilarious how rude yu are, because I know yu don't mean it. I'm the only person who never, ever gets sick of yu. It's not that I was willing to be a doormat and put up with your crap. It's that I loved all of yu, even the parts everyone else hated, and I could see through them to what yu really are. So I'm sorry I don't have the magical combination of qualities it takes to make a girl worth it to yu. I hope when yu find one who does, she accepts yu as much as I do. Until further notice, I'm here if yu decide to shape up. But I'm done with living my life making you the number-one priority when yu barely even consider me an option.