When I think of unrequited love I think of you. I think I poured so much energy into worrying about whether you liked me back I didn’t have any left over to realize you probably didnt. I loved you. And eventually I tried to turn that into hate because it’s easier. Then I tried to push you away like I do with everyone else I have feelings for. I’m sorry and I know that I’m finally I’m getting over you. I spent so long thinking about you and wondering about you and I can’t do it anymore. This is me letting you go and getting over it.