I wish it was my fault so that I could make you love me again. Instead, I’m going to wait while you think about it. You will probably end up leaving me. I’ll never understand why, and I’ll be very hurt, but I guess that’s alright. I’ve been talking to someone else the whole break. And I feel awful, even though I don’t owe you anything. This is your fault and I hate knowing that you are going to throw me away.