I didn’t know you wanted me to just give up on the dream, the fantasies of us. I was young when I met you. Only a child that had a crush. You were the first boy to look at me like that, the way guys look at girls. Except now you don’t want me anymore. You seemed to forget the good times we had. Six years of childhood memories, gone to waste because of you. You made me cry sometimes and I never knew how to get over you. When I would see you, I would run away like a child, scared of a monster in her imagination chasing her. I now know I don’t deserve the hurt you have given me. I don’t deserve the words you have called me. I don’t deserve anything you have given me. And you? You don’t deserve me. You don’t deserve the memories or the day dreams or you. You don’t deserve my life. My soul. My love.