I would tell you that I love your eyes.
I would tell you that I love your smile.
I would tell you that I do miss you. No matter how much you don't deserve it.
I would tell you that I liked you. A lot.
I would tell you that I probably still do. But, now, I see the feeling fading more and more.
I would tell you how the sixteen year old me, would probably freak out about me ignoring you.
I would tell you that, once, I wanted to meet you and talk to you and know every little detail about you.
I would tell you that you disappointed me.
I would tell you how you broke my heart and my confidence over and over again.
I would tell you that you make yourself be everything you always hated.
I would tell you that I hate how you forget when I remember everything.
I would tell you how hard it is to avoid you.
I would tell you how I have to make myself not go talk to you.
I would tell you how I really hope you won't hate me.
I would tell you how it pains me to know how forgettable I am to you.
I would tell you that what I am doing is the best for me, right now.
Yes, for me.
And I would look at you, one more time. One last time.
And I would tell you goodbye.
I would.
I really would.
I just can't.
