I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

You told me how you felt, and I shut you down.

You won’t talk to me anymore, so I had to write exactly why I did what I did.

I spent four years of high school waiting for you to notice me, and like me.

Four years.

Four years of watching you.

Date other girls.

Flirt with other girls.

Dance with other girls.

Kiss other girls.

It hurt.

Probably just as much as me shutting you down hurt you.

Wait, there’s more.

I am not capable of having a relationship

I do not like being restricted, I like making my own decisions, I NEEDED to make my own decisions.

I needed to leave home with no attachments, no reasons to come back.

I wasn’t ready, and probably won’t be.

I hate love, and sometimes believe I am not worthy of it.

You deserve better than me.

Better, because you are better.