This is the point, isn't it? To write you a truth that you won't ever read, or want to, for that matter. But sometimes, just sometimes, I wish you would.

Reason number one that I quite possibly loved you; I was lonely, and you were not. You were having conversations with all these girls and could easily not be bored. You weren't dull and you brought taste back into waking up, and eating normally became a thing.

Reason number two consisted of you making me feel important; even though, I already knew that I was. I have a lot going for me and I was constantly working towards it. I wanted my future and then you wanted to be a part of it. I chose to let you. Then you started to not "allow" me to have that future.

Reason number three was that you loved kids. But not more then me.

Reason number four; Love is not a reason nor does it have reason. It was not love.

But I do love myself, even if you didn't, or don't. And I have a future, and will continue towards it regardless of whether or not you are in it.

And one, last thing. I didn't need you. I wanted you. And love is nothing, if not a choice to keep the conversation going. Love was the fight you left in the middle of, the one where I kept pleading you to come back and talk. You never came back, but I kept talking.