I had to tell you how I was feeling, get nothing from you, and move on to realize that I never actually loved “you”. I loved the idea of you, and what it could give. Which ultimately I was doing myself. I learned how to be vulnerable and beyond that, I realized I had feelings for someone else that you were getting in the way of. I’ll cherish the fun we had while still knowing I am forever grateful I never actually dated you. You would’ve hurt me in ways much worse than you did. You were blind to what I could’ve given you, and I was blind to who was actually giving me love.