The point is I was infatuated from the very first ‘hello’.

The point is I fell in love with you.

The point is I do want you in my life. 

The point is I can’t help but think about you. 

The point is I need you. 

..but none of that changes anything . 

The point is, I don’t want to love you anymore. The point is you can not be in my life anymore. The point is I fight the memories of you. 

The point is, that even though I need you, you don’t deserve my energy, my time, my space, my joy, my presence. 

The point is I need you to stop the “how are you?” checkups. 

The point is, that’s a stupid question.