The more I think, the more I know.

You meant it. You meant it all. You weren't scared of hurting me, you were scared of your own feelings. You lied to your friends, you lied to me, you lied to yourself because you were scared at the thought of real emotion, real feelings, really wanting someone and scared of them not wanting you back. I'm not stupid. I can see through your lies, your games, your tricks. I know you and I know who you used to be. You were different. You are different. You're not the person everyone thinks you are. That's why you're running from the truth; from yourself. You don't want to be the person everyone thinks you're not. Because that person is real, and wants to be romantic and cute and affectionate. That's the person I know, that I saw, that I wanted. But I know who you need to be. Who you are. And I don't like that you. So if you ever discover and decide to be the person you really are, come back to me. Because that part of you is what I wanted, and what I saw as perfect through all the other imperfections. That's the part of you no one else will ever see. You don't have to say anything anymore because I know the truth. You may never say it to me, to anyone, but I know. I'm glad I saw that part of you. The real part of you. I hate that it's gone now. I hate that you pushed it aside. You pushed me aside with it. I thought I would hurt longer than this, I thought I would want more of an explanation than this, but I don't anymore. I don't hurt. I understand. I can move on. But you, I see now that you're the one that's hurting, you're the one that doesn't understand, you're the one that won't be able to move on. Because you don't know the truth, you don't understand the truth. Because all that you need to know, you've hidden it from yourself. You've neglected it. But you've chosen this path. You've chosen to be someone else. I hate that this is the person you've chosen to be but I'm not the one who has to live with that. It's you that has to.