i tell you why I love you but not why I have hate in my heart for you. As much as I’d like to move forward, I can’t. I’m constantly thinking about the past because I still cant believe you did me like that. i care for you so you will always come first but I don’t get the respect back when needed. I’ve always been a giver, a helper, the strong friend but what about when I’m feeling depressed? Do my feelings not matter?