Today you might cry because of me. And even if I feel or may believe that you shouldn’t care about whatever it is that I am to you, I’m starting to see that it’s not as easy as that. It’s really useful to think that I actually don’t care and that I’m trying to salvage this over my love for you. For the first time, I see that liking you as much as I do—and so deeply, being obsessed with all the details about you—isn’t what I should show. I’m not here to expose to you the nice little person I know that you are.

This last paragraph might have sounded weird, and it probably is. And it isn’t to make things right. As a matter of fact, it is impossible to see a way out without a lot of screaming and perhaps stabbing. Yeah, I like that idea. Shout it out, cut it off, cut the crap and the bullshit. I care about you. And it ain’t about the easy words. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I am there. I am here. I just couldn’t tell you that because I’m afraid of this new place where it seems like I don’t know anything about anything. But I do know you, and I care about that; I will take good care of that.

PS: to whoever is reading this. Try to avoid getting caught up on yourself. Forget about “me”. There are more important things in life than what you’re dealing with it. Like she is to me. And if there isn’t anything more important than yourself in your life, I hope you find it soon.