I really don’t. I wish you weren’t in my life. Ever.
I suppose you didn’t lie. You never defined us. You refused to say what you want with me. All under the premise of “I am just not in the right place for that right now”. You charmed and manipulated your way into my mind. But you didn’t need me and you stopped wanting me the day I asked you out.
After that I couldn’t get your attention. Oh, you’d give me crumbs when it worked for you. You accepted my support – oh, poor you, your life at home was so bad, I felt I could give you a bit of light with my words – but you didn’t give me yours. You accepted compliments and accolades but couldn’t think of anything for me beyond my appearance and clothes.

If I didn’t text, you didn’t care to stay in touch. Sometimes you responded days later, sometimes not all. And I was too damn lonely and naive and thought those tiny interactions could be enough. You said you wanted us to be “fun and easy”. It was neither for me.

I am done with your bullshit. If you are a friend then be one. If you are an acquaintance then be just that. Just don’t be a dick.
I still miss the idea of you. The charming, caring you that you presented to me at first, the flirt, the good kisser. But I don’t miss you. And I don’t want you. And I will be free from the idea of you.