This kind of devotion. But too much has happened; the feelings just aren't there anymore. I'm not the person I was when I spun giddily around my room after that kiss. I'm not the pulled-together art kid I was during those two weeks. I'm not happy anymore. I'm not her. We don't fit anymore. I wish you could see that. I wish you would just give up on me because I don't want to hurt you like I'm going to. I hate this.
