i feel like we have unfinished business. there's a lot i have to hold back from you because i'm afraid you'll get angry at me for trying to say them. i second guess whenever we talked if i should say, "i love you, be safe!". i kind of wished you actually thought of me as a lover instead of a second choice. i remember when Keira, my best friend that you trusted enough to tell things to, told me months after we broke up about how you thought and flirted with other boys while we were together. that fucking hurt. i left because of this negative feeling that churned in my stomach, and i can't say i regret it or i'm glad i did. i miss you, i honestly do. but i don't want to be around you again. i still love you though, stranger.