I tried everything I know. I don’t want to be a stalker so I’m not sending more messages. Today I felt you hate me.
You are repulsed by something in me. Something that isn’t even there.
I am confounded that you could think so little of me and confused by how much that hurts. You matter to me. No matter what.
Didn’t mean to hurt you, or to deny your feelings. I just wish you’d talk to me. Without that I’m floating out here. Lost.