You kept telling me it was okay, but it wasn’t. You don’t know what that’s like – to throw yourself out there completely, openly, unafraid of what will come because of it, because you love someone so much you can’t keep it to yourself. It’s raw. It’s brave. You can’t bottle up that kind of love. But you didn’t love me back. It’s the worst kind of humiliation. Because you knew me better than anyone else – and still you couldn’t love me.