I knew you didn't want anything... at least not with me, deep down I always knew, but I was still there, like an idiot thinking that would change, and no, it's not and it wasn't your fault that I waited something that wasn't going to happen, but I would be lying if I didn't tell you that I would have liked you to tell me directly.
Or maybe you did and I refused to understand.
I keep waiting for something to change, I keep waiting for it to happen. I think I still love you, but it's time to let go and accept that some things are not meant to be.