The truth about love is that one person is going to be more in love with the other person while that other person is falling for someone else.
That's why I don't believe in love.
That's why I cry myself to sleep when I replay the times you tell me you love me, because while you loved me on Monday by Thursday you already loved three more.

This is not a love letter.
This is not a hate note.
This is me telling you that I fell in love with you and I hate it.

But you'll never know because you don't care so let's keep pretending that you love me and that I'm not too attached, whatever that means.