Please stop.

Am I being unrealistic here? It's foolish of me to think that we will ever amount to anything. And YOU. I don't hate you. In fact, I love you, too much. But I hate how you build me up with false hope then break me up part by part with your temporary happiness and constant indecisiveness. I only wish you to be happy because with that I would not regret. My regrets are eating me up.