You won't even look at me. You can't look at me without showing the disgust on your face and it kills me. I didn't want this for us. I didn't want this period. I had this dream. You'd call it a silly dream but it what my heart was wanting to scream out at you these last couple years. What happened? Why do you hurt me like you do? The better question may be why I let you have this much control over me. I've been crying over you for days. This hurt me deeply. You have no clue that I heard what you said. But I did. I wish I hadn't but I did. I'm sorry that I ever even tried to make you like me. I've given up on believing other people when they say you "like" me. If you liked me you wouldn't do jerk things like this. I won't forget this. These tears  are the last ones I will cry over you. I'm sorry but I don't want a boy. I want a man. I man wouldn't play these games. So grow-up and get over yourself and then call me if you aren't too afraid....I still think you may be though.