I can't keep doing this. I can't keep running back to you every time you show me some sort of false hope, leading me to believe there really is something we have between us. It would be so much easier for me if you would outright say to me that you're in love with her, and not me. But you won't, and you can't, because that's not who you are. You won't let me let you go, although I never really had you.