F*** you, Brent.

You call me in June. Maybe if I’m lucky you’ll call me around christmas and my birthday. Maybe I get an offline message form you on yahoo every 4 months.

Other than these brief conversations I don’t hear for you or see you for months. Then when you finally decide I am worth the while, you come back and expect me to love you and want you.

Well, I’m done. It’s been three years of this s***, and I have given up too much. College is going to be something new, I’m going to make a great life for myself. And then, you will come back into it, and ruin it again.

Brent, I want to get out of this routine, I don’t want to love you. I want to hate you, and your goddamn wisconsin accent. I want to hate your amazing eyes and your great natured apologies. I want to hate you maturity. But I still want to love you. It’s a twisted road.

And now you have HER baby…and you say you still want something with me? How am I ever supposed to have a life with you? How am I ever going to be number one on your list again?

So you decide. All or nothing? Because I’m sick of playing the inbetween game.

If only you knew.