Dear You,

Look. I love you. And I care about you. But I can't let you jerk me around like this. Either you're in my life, or you aren't. Take as long as you need, but, whatever you choose, stick with it. I care about you. A lot. But I can't keep playing this game. I've never cried as much as I have for you. And I'm still not sure if you care about me too. Or if I'm just another piece in your twisted game. Just... Until you decide... Please. Do me a favor. Don't talk to me. Don't look in my direction. Don't ask your friends about me. And, most of all, don't make me think 'well maybe...' Because I know you know how that hurts. I know you, even now. I hope you know me, too. Even if it's only a little.