It’s not always wrong to be selfish, and now I am asking you to be just that. Do it for yourself, not for someone else.
I thought love was about being able to endure the pain, to cling onto someone who pushes you away, to tear yourself apart in hopes that your jagged pieces would fill his aching gaps.
He made it a habit to break my heart, and I chose to see it as a privilege for my heart to be shattered by the one boy who had always owned it.
I tried to fix myself, even parts that didn’t seem broken. You still didn’t notice. You still didn’t care enough.