I know what you're doing. You're smart. Smarter than me in ways I can't even measure, but I know this game you're playing.
It's only fair I guess, since I didn't believe you when you said that you loved me, to tell me that you don't believe me when I whispered that I've missed you.
But which is more likely to be false?
That you loved me, the boy who couldn't help you, the boy who you barely spoke to after we parted.
Or that I missed you? Missed the girl who was so many firsts, who saw the world in such an amazing manner, and on so many levels, had qualities that I wished I had?
I refuse to play this game with you for much longer. This is my senior year, I have a family business to take care of, I'm trying to launch myself into the world, and I need a stable relationship. Not this shit that you're giving me right now.
