In the beginning, I just wanted to be friends. But you were the one that made me question what we could be. I didn't want to fall for you, but by the time I realized how I felt, it was too late.

It started off easy, I didn't have to think about how to act, I was just myself. But then things changed. We shared sweet moments, sometimes talking late into the night. We clearly wanted to be in each others' lives -we just didn't know in what way. I was uncertain about what we meant to each other. Until one night, when you finally confessed how you felt. I thought everything was falling into place. But I should have known better because the next time we talked you pretended that our conversation never happened.

One moment we were friends, the next we were more. Then there were times where you acted as if I didn't even exist. Your disregard for my feelings left me hurting inside. You made promises that you never followed through on. You were all talk and no action.

I blamed myself for the way you treated me. I thought there was something wrong with me, and that's why you couldn't make your mind up - I wasn't pretty enough, funny enough, smart enough. I would tell myself not to care, to just give up on you. But I did care for you even if you couldn't see that. You seemed to have it all together except when it came to us.

In the end, I can't blame myself for falling for you. You held the promise of something real. But when it came down to it, you just weren't ready.