If I’m being honest, I say that a lot. And if I’m being honest I don’t know how to say I love you because maybe it isn’t true anymore, maybe it never was. And on some level we both knew that, but I was still willing to try. I was still willing to give my heart away and shouldn’t that count for something more than a welcome mat? That overused tired old analogy everyone loves to say. Used every day by millions of people, isn’t that fitting? I show care for you, you spurn me and yet I still hold out hope. It isn’t fair you know? I’m so attached to this thing called a heart that if I don’t start listening to it I fall apart, but it’s you that made it this way, or me, I don’t know. If I’m being honest I can’t say I love you, but I can say I hate to.