The first time we broke up I wrote a very needless to say, bitter I hate you piece. You never read it or I assume that you didn't seeing as we got back together for a few weeks and you never mentioned anything. I was strange yet exciting, seeing you and knowing that any moment you could find out, somehow, and refuse me again. Now that I understand that our relationship just can't work out, now that I've accepted this situation for what it is, I can't be angry. Like I said during one of those moments when we were together, when time seem to stand still, I understand you and I understand that you're just not ready. I wish I weren't ready either, but I've moved on from the endless search. I'm not actually trying hard to hate you, it's beyond simple love and hate. I do hope you read this but, well you probably won't.