That I can’t wait to see you but I can’t bring myself to find you. That I’m so happy when you come find me and so sad when you leave to be with someone else. That I believe you every time you tell me I’m not your type and am so confused every time you look at me like I am. That you pull and push and pull and I hate it. That I know I’m too sensitive for you and you are too careless for me. That I want to be done.