All the kindness you give me is a reminder of the love you’ll never have for me. How cruel is that. You once told me not to confuse your kindness for attraction. I carry those words with me every day, like I’m shackled to the truth I’m unwilling to accept. When you invite me to go out with you, I have to set my own expectations and boundaries within the expectations and boundaries you set. It feels like you’ve only met a small part of me, because that’s all you’re willing to have in your life. When you think about me, my hearts a flutter and there I go trying to catch it and hold it down. To me I think about you all the time. I wonder, can I count the times on...