What hurts is I thought I knew who you were. I thought you were a sweet innocent caring boy. Could I really have been that blind as to what was actually in front of me? Or have you changed into the terrible person you are now? Whenever I see you walking in the hallway, my heart stops. I feel like I still love you. But maybe I don't. Maybe I love the idea of you. Because every time I actually talk to you I realize you're just a big douche. "I could make you cheat". No you couldn't. I'm way better than that. You keep telling me you're desperate. So maybe you don't even like me. You're just desperate to get into someone's pants I guess.

This is disappointing. I really thought I loved you.