My Confession

In all honesty, I don't know if I really want you back.
It's not that I don't care about you...
If you did want me back,
I wouldn't be the same Livi that you knew.
I have no idea what I would act like,
  but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be anything like what you knew.
The odds are that I would be a lot colder.
I mean, you did think that I cheated on you.
I would never cheat on you.
I love you way too much to even dare to cause you that kind of pain.
I didn't touch her.
We didn't kiss; we didn't do anything.
The seconded time I spent the night there,
  she asked me to kiss her.
She begged me for 30 minutes,
  and I turned her down each time.
We were broke up by then,
  but all I could think about was you telling me goodbye.
When I read that, I cried...
  at school,
  at home,
  in the shower.
Every night for like 2 weeks I cried.
I was always tired.
I couldn't kiss her because at the very least I hadn't told you goodbye yet.
But I didn't come here to tell you that.
I came here to tell you something different.
You are what I want out of life.
I still dream about you all the time.
When I pass somebody with your perfume, my mind does a 180,
  and I go back to the day that I could've had you in the classroom.
To the first and last kiss we aver shared.
Back to all the times when your presence made my heart skip a beat,
  and my mind squirm.
It's no doubt that I still love you,
  but the question is,
"Do you still love me enough to want me back?"