i am not over you. i love you. but i can't tell you that because it will just sink you deeper and deeper into the black hole that is your hope for an 'us.'
i won't ask you for this - but it would make me happy if you sent me a text when you got home tonight. i might wait up. but i'll be ok if you don't.
i will never hold any of this against you and i hope one day your latent anger at me (yes, you are angry, i have felt it even when you deny it) will be replaced with understanding and fond memories of the good.