I loved you, trust me, I did. But all you did was break my heart while we were in that relationship. I still love you, and miss you, and sometimes I even imagine us together in a relationship. Again. I know you were toxic, which is why I hate you. But I know the good side of you. The one I admired and loved, and not feared. I thought I found the one, but it was my fault for believing shit like that.

You play the piano better than anyone I've ever met. I should have given you more of a chance when you said you loved me. I was scared.