You won't call

I'd like to say hello, but I'm wrestling once again. I wish you'd call me, but I can't be making the effort, when I can't tell if you care. I miss you, I really do, but for now, as long as you choose to act like I don't exist and am nothing to you, my life is better without talking to you. You don't want me, and you won't talk to me, so what am I supposed to do? I can't figure you out, I can't understand what's going through your head. Do I still love you? Yeah, but I know you don't love me, so I can't keep going on that way. I'm sorry, but I'm moving on, on to someone who loves me, and on to someone who gives a shit. I'm moving on to someone who won't be mad at me for a long time after the fact. It's over, we're through, but you already knew that. Maybe we're done as friends too, at least until I can see that you want to try. I'm sorry you have to read this on a blog, but you don't want to hear it in person, you won't even give me the chance. This is your last chance to make it right, take it, or leave me. But don't expect me to want to be your friend if you don't want to make this right.