You told me it was over between you two. You couldn’t stop crying. In that moment I didn’t know what to do. I want to be there for you like I promised i always would, but the only times we talk are when you need me for something. I don’t know if I should be happy that you still think of me as someone you can go to, or feel like I’m being used because you know I won’t say no to you and push you away. I still care. I still worry about you, when I know you don’t care about me. But I fall for it and you every time because I just want to talk to you and sometimes hope we might be like we used to.