I am stuck between hating you and still missing you. Life comes back to haunt me in the most daunting ways. I think about you often, wondering if you’re only holding back because you don’t want to seem weak. You were the one who told me to relax and to put my guard down. Look where that’s gotten us, rushed relationship, me, full of regrets, endless crying nights, shifting thoughts, you, just fine, moved on, deleted and cut me out of your life.