Hypothetical question

I have a hypothetical question. If I did it, what would you think? Would you forget me, or want me more? Would you finally accept me? I doubt it. But remember, it’s just a hypothetical question. I wouldn’t really do it. I’m not that brave. I love you, but I can’t just walk up to you and do it. At least, not until I know how you’ll react. But you have her. You want me, or so you say, but all the while you just want her more. You don’t want to hurt me, then why do you keep leading me on? Your not one to give false hope, then why do you always give me reason to? You’re the most cruel person I have ever met. I wish I never met you. No, that’s not true. I crave you. If I didn’t have you, if I had never met you, where would I be now? You kind of take up all my time. So… what would I do? Would life be better? More livable? Could I finally breath? Not worry every moment whether or not you are noticing me, what your meaning is behind what you say, and why you do what you do. But that’s not how it works, huh? I guess we all need someone. Even if that someone doesn’t need you. You always say how she hurts you. You ask for advice, you want sympathy. But cant you see me? Standing in front of you? Loving you unconditionally? I don’t care if you are broken. I wont leave you if your wrong. I’ll just hold your hand and go through it with you. But whatever. Give her my regards. I’ll just stand here and smile. And die inside.