I don’t know why i fell in love with you. We didn’t even date, but i was happy you were flirting with me, even if it was a joke between friends. Even afterwards when you stopped talking to me as a friend and only hit me up at 3 am for my body, i was still just glad you were talking to me. It hurt so much when you picked her over me for a second time and cut me out of your life. It hurt even more knowing exactly why you picked her. I was so mad at myself for even liking you and letting you affect me that much but i am past being mad at myself, you hurt me but i can’t never tell you that, so here i am.