I don’t know how I feel towards you. I try to wrap my brain around it everyday on if I hate you if I still love you, or if I ever loved you at all. I wonder everyday about how I feel. And then I hear from you, and I realize that I feel nothing. Like we were never anything at all, never existed, never friends, and we never loved at all. But I’m not okay with that. I wish I never met you. Because I have all of these memories that I replay that have absolutely no meaning. And I try so hard to forget you. But I can’t. Because I’m still in love with our memories. And I was never in love with you. It’s tragic.