So here I am,

Growing up,
Learning how the world works,
Learning how people work.

But I will never understand you,
I will never understand your feelings,
I will never understand how you still hurt me,
Why you left,
Why I am in love with you,
What you were thinking when you first said, "I love you",
What you were think when you first typed, "I still like you but I wouldn't call this feeling love anymore",

Were you thinking about how much it hurt me?
Were you thinking about the permanent scar you were carving on my heart?

Probably not.

But I know exactly how I feel every time I see you,
Because every time I see you I feel this.