I don’t want to love you anymore.
I wish I never met you.
Because I love too much too quickly.
I’m a sad, desperate, lonely girl.
Beyond all belief.
Your kind words have hurt me, you’ve stabbed me.
Fade back into the faces of the daily grind.
As I am to you.
You are a nice one. Too nice.
Every person you meet benefits.
More than I have ever felt.
But what is important and big to me,
is insignificant and small to you, usual, ordinary.
I realize this too late.
You mean more to me than I mean to you.
Much more. I wish it wasn’t true.
So I have to stop loving you.
I have to.