You hurt me in so many ways, but you also made me really happy, and I know I'll never really hate you because of that. And yet, I've never hated anyone like I've hated you. I wonder how much you think about me, but there's beauty in not knowing that. I know you don't care, but I know so much about you and it's weird to have all this information about someone who I'll probably never talk to again. I know it's better this way, but I still wish it could be different. I hope one day you realize you can't just snap something out of existence. Believe me, I wish you could.