Thank You for the Life Lessons.

It has been about 4 weeks since we have had a legitimate conversation.

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