I believe that you love me, I do. I also believe that you don’t love me enough. Sure you gave me your phone number and forgave me..youre incredibly physically attracted to me..you like being my muse….but in the end… You would rather get away with it and let me take all of the heat than put yourself under the magnifying glass. You are ruled by doubt and fear. I was ready to be your champion at the drop of a hat. And I still am…. But I cant leave this wound open any longer. I am nothing but a source of validation to you, and I refuse to lower myself to that any more. I am just as worthy of the kind of love I want to give you. This week will be my last selfless act for you. Dont ever bother me again unless youre ready to talk for real, shithead. Goodbye…