I hate how confusing you are. I still like you but I’m not sure how you feel about me. Would a clear cut answer kill you? I wore my heart on my sleeve, poured my heart out in that note, and you couldn’t even give me a yes or a no. You hug me, something you never do, and dap up all my friends. But no answer. Are you waiting for school to start or do you hate me that much?

Everyday I think about you, what I meant to you. I wonder if you ever even tolerated me. Are you leading me on? It hurts. I know you won’t see this, you don’t seem like the type to check something like this out. But if you do see this, I love you. You don’t have to love me back. I’ll forget you ever happened if I have to.