It kinda sucks to learn that everything that meant so much to me meant absolutely nothing to you and it's all chalked up to you just being quirky. I can't believe I'm so dumb and blind. I knew it was too good to be true. All I am to you is a text alert, an occasional warm meal, and warm body. I hate me for thinking I could ever be more to you.

I wish I could be your muse. I wish I could bring you happiness. I wish you felt half of what I feel. I wish you could see what I see in you. I wish I loved myself enough to let go of someone that can't and won't ever feel the same.