If you cared about me, you wouldn’t drift in and out of my life whenever it’s convenient for you. You wouldn’t have come back solely because you broke up with your last fling. And you wouldn’t leave the minute you find someone new. But I know that you will.
I’m going to do my own thing, because if someone is meant to be in my life, they will come, and they will stay. Or, you know, whatever, I’ll adopt a cat (or five). That’s cool, too.
I would have told you that I love your flaws, and that I love our differences, because we balance each other out in a way I never thought possible.
I wish I had never shared all of my favorite songs and artists with you, because it feels like I gave you a piece of me that I’ll never be able to get back.
Seriously? What do you think the B in LGBT stands for? Banana?