Over you.

Dear You,

Just thought I'd mention that liking you was actually a waste of my time. I knew you didn't like me yet I still hoped that you might one day like me.

That was an idle hope. A wish to help me sleep at night.

I know that you wouldn't ever like me, and so I've finally moved on.

I like someone new. And, I like him more then I liked you. The best part is, I think he might like me back, which is more then I could say for you.