Fin.

I can't keep living in this love purgatory I have put myself in, but it already feels like hell.
I wish that you could forgive me, but I understand.

I want it to work.
I don't know if you do.
And that's fine, I would just like to know.

I'm here, to actually talk. If that's what you want.
I know you've been avoiding me, ignoring me. I get it.

Ripping myself apart was easy, until it wasn't. Putting myself back together is an entirely different story.
If I can't take this any more, I'll find another place to work, because seeing you just makes me cry at work and I'm sure that's frowned upon.

Just be happy with whatever you choose.

I think saying that I love you is a little too late now.
My mind is made up, as I'm sure yours is too.

I love you. I'm sorry.