I love you and I will probably always love you but secretly I'm a little bit glad you're leaving because the more time we spend together the more I want to make really bad decisions. 

The problem is we could have had something great but we can't now because of our fucking history and because of the way you acted. Sorry sweetheart, but it really is your fault.

I love you and I wish I could be with you but I'm not going to be with someone who couldn't admit how he felt about me, someone who was embarrassed of how he felt about me, someone who degraded me to everyone but me. 

That's not okay and as much as I want to resent my friends for reminding me of that fact, it's the best thing they could do for me right now. Because you're not okay and being with you would signify a lot that I don't want to be. 

I love you. 

But that doesn't mean any more than that.