I still like you. I hope you know that. I had a lot of other things to say too, to explain how I felt / have been feeling, but my mind just went blank.
"Why are you risking it?"
Good question. — I think I’ve clocked, what’s happened; I tried too hard. — And, I fucking care too much, but I shouldn’t. I’m going to start to not care about it. But I don’t think that’s the whole reason why; It’s what shows through, or even showed through, that bothers me.