I did not expect to see you there tonight. I guess it makes sense. But I hate it. I really don’t want to see you or talk to you, because every time I look at you I’m filled with hatred and bitterness, but if you look upset I want you to be happy and I wonder why, and if you’re laughing I just hate you even more and want you to feel miserable without me. And when I see you doing something kind, I see the you that I knew and sometimes still miss, and my heart breaks. And the whole time I’m trying to keep myself from looking at you and I don’t want to look at you but at the same time, I do. I want you to look at me and I want to catch your attention. I want you to want me back but I don’t want you back, but then I start imagining that happening and I don’t know what I’d do. I’m so utterly broken and hurt by you, my wall expands exponentially the moment I see your face. It’s a complicated set of emotions I can’t even begin to control. And then you had to go and wave at me, laughing, flailing your arms in the air because I “didn’t notice you,” when I was just trying to avoid any contact at all because I don’t know how to react to you, and frankly I don’t want to. This is ridiculous.