Story draft to a prose.

Over the years Julie Robinson has closed the door on Mark Hunt even more.
 When Julie was younger she thought she was the selfish one, which wasn't true, instead.
 Thinking the way she felt for him, she found it hard to think about how he might have felt about her. However' he never felt anything for her, he only pretended to.
She wondered why she bothered to write him a line let alone two or more.
Julie said she was blind about his love for so many years when it turned out he didn't love her at all.
This showed she thought how ungrateful he was about her love and how selfish he was and now he's too late as she loves someone ten times the man he was.
When he read her poetry, he went mad all those years ago because he hated her writing about him.
Mark couldn't stand to know how she felt for him or that she may have done for anyone else but she never loved anyone other than Mark when she was with him.
How ungrateful he was she thought.
She thought I wish I never said a word to how I felt, not that it made any difference but now, who cares she thought.
Yet he admitted that her words were more like songs.
How different Mark behaved when she did have poem published about him.
It's almost like the truth hurt where he feared that Julie would change and walk away from him altogether one day, which came true.
He was hoping Julie would be this soft and laid back young lady who he could play mind games with forever.