I remember telling you it would happen. You took my words the wrong way and disregarded their reality as nonsense. What you didn't know is that I'd been in your place. The truth is, I liked you a lot, but deep down further, I truly cared for you and your future. I wanted to save you from this hurt. You didn't listen to me.

Now I'm fighting myself. Part of me still wants to forgive and forget. It's who I am. I've always been one to just forget and move on, disregarding all that's gone on. Another part of me wants to be hurt and move on. You made your choice, you left me behind. Although at first I held on, now I'm almost ready to move on. The wasted time seems less and less important now, yet I still haven't let go.

Why do I care about you? I don't know. I just do. It's not an attachment, it's not creepy, it's genuine.