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I refuse to talk to you, not because I want to, but because you want to. At least that's what I think. You need space, I get that, I'll always be here when you're ready but in the meantime, I'll be feeling like I'm somewhere lower than rock bottom. You never truly realize how much you think about a person until they ignore you. I'm not looking forward to a relationship, I never had a chance. But the moment you knew; somehow that changed everything. It changed how you look at me, it changed how you interacted with me, and it changed us. You—not knowing about my feelings—was the last thing I was holding onto. I knew that if you somehow knew I liked you, everything would fall apart, and it did.