An Open Letter to Fuck You

I tried to talk to you again today except, this time you replied. You didn't ask how I am, or how my family is, you just told me they spoke ill of you, said things that were "untrue". Is that all you wanted to tell me? 

I spilled my guts out to you and you responded with "I love you, Cheyenne".

How dismissive..

If you were so worried about them speaking ill of you because of me, why wouldn't you address it? Why couldn't you talk to me? Why didn't you ask? 

Why can't you say it? 

Why can't you say it? 

Why?