Blame game

I miss being confident in you, me, us. Me and you, you and me. It seemed so simple. Just a waiting game where we made waiting worth while until we could have the real thing. Sort of a practice run. It didn't work. But you don't know that yet. I LOVE YOU, okay? And I CAN'T. For now, yes. For forever, probably not. I suck. I really really suck. Cuz I am going to break both of our hearts. And I can't stop it. We're in too deep. It got too complicated too quickly, and we let it. WE LET IT HAPPEN. I'm sorry. God I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I wish I could blame it all on you, but I can't. It's my fault too. You're going to hate me. You said you could never hate me, but you will. You'll think I am a liar and a phony and a faker and a b*tch. Yeah, I said b*tch. Admit it. That's what I have acted like. Now if I can just make you stop caring about me, and make myself stop caring about you. That's the hard part. But really, I am sorry. I am.