A little something.

I wish you hadn't come up to me at the beach that day... or that I at least wish i had been able to tell you to fuck off or that I hated you. But I didn't. You came up to me and I just looked at you. You had to say you've been a douche bag, you acknowledged that and I guess you wanted to let me know that you knew how you've been to me. No shit. You had to extend your arm to try to shake my hand, and I wish I had punched you in the face instead. But I knew it wasn't the right time or place for all that, so did you. I want to be able to tell you that I just hate you and that I'm tired of you thinking that maybe you're just teaching me these weird life lessons, but I know I won't. It's like you blamed me for everything, for everything everyone else has ever made you feel.
I wish you had never gone through my phone that night.
I wish you hadn't tried to impress my dad so much so that he would like you.
I wish you hadn't tried at all.

I don't regret meeting you or even talking to you, I just wish you had been more honest and less scared.