"Maybe I wasn’t asking you to love me. Maybe I was asking you to understand because for so long I’ve been hurt and for so long you’ve ignored it. And maybe it’s bad timing, but maybe I don’t care. I’ve been here all along just waiting, waiting for you to notice, waiting for you to care, waiting for you to say that you’ve been waiting too, and you haven’t, and maybe you never will, or maybe you’re too afraid to. But it hurts the same. And in the end, I’m on the one that’s left broken and when I lay down to sleep, I’m the one crying. So screw the bad timing. I’ve loved you then like I love you now, like I probably always will."