JAMIE.
I wasn't a better person than you, I just wanted to be with you. All the time. I was weak too. Every time I was near you, I wanted to kiss you. Every time you flirted or slept with someone else, I felt like I was dying. And I had to stay silent because I knew you would never feel the same way about me and saying it would just make you uncomfortable. At least you know there's something here, at least you have the knowledge that the person you love doesn't think your feelings are disgusting.
It was hell, I get it, I really get it. But you can't expect me to take this calmly or rationally.