It's been 4 weeks since I've felt anything for you.
It's been about 5 weeks since you've called me beautiful.
It's been about 5 weeks since you have said anything remotely attractive or kind to me.
Yet every single day I think about you.
Every single day I hope you're doing okay...
I can't thank you enough for all you did for me.
You helped me boost my confidence.
You made me feel like I could actually do the whole "go-see-a-guy-and-do-dinner" type of thing.
Yet... we never actually did that. Did we?
There was always an ulterior motive with you.
It was never just a movie, or a walk in the park, or dinner.
But I went along with your games.
I seemed to enjoy them, I always thought I was one step ahead.
I never was.
Then came the period where we didn't talk.
It's been about five weeks now.
And though I had said it was done because I wouldn't deal with just waiting around for you,
I still don't feel that closure.
Which is one of the worst feelings ever.
And I hate you for it.
But I don't hate you, I wish with every bone in my body I hated you.
I dislike how you treated me.
And I dislike how I felt after I saw you last.
But I can't help but thank you for the life lessons you taught me.
I can't help but thank you for showing me how I should be treated.
I wish you the best my dear.
Thank you for everything.
Really, thank you...
With love,
Me
You'll Think of Me- Keith Urban
