stuck.

Dear so and so,

you're too busy for me now and that's ok i guess. maybe i am
expecting too much. am i asking for too much ? if not, check no. if so, rip this up and keep it moving. if i said i didn't care, i
would definitely be lying. but that doesn't mean i will continue to feel like a trophy that you polish and shine only around basketball season. maybe that's not how you feel, but i won't defend you. i
won't write you another love song. this is the last thing i will
write about you. i won't give up. but i will stop.
Love,
Jane