I’m undecided about you again. I only started thinking about you when the pandemic started since that’s when I started feeling alone. I already sent you an apology and you did the same, but I still feel empty. You even admitted that you never really liked me and only played with my emotions for fun, but maybe it’s the helpless romantic in me hoping for a start at something. I even learned guitar because of you. You mean everything to me. Anger, joy, lust, pain, pleasure, torture. I know you will never think about me the way I do of you. Thank you.