You bounce back and forth between knowing you are better off without them and wondering whether you will be more miserable without them.

When you love someone, you sacrifice for them every single day. You turn into someone selfless, someone who cares more about the good of the relationship than about themselves.

I am slowly learning that there is a part of me that will always yearn for love, for a relationship, for a storybook romance — but there is another part of me that understands love is not everything.

I am sick of the chase.

I am worried about letting my guard down, letting you see the real me, and then having you run away, disgusted by the truth.

You are the one thing I have figured out. The one thing that I have done correctly. The one thing I would never change. 

If he is sending mixed signals, then his meaning is actually pretty clear.

Even though you never said sorry without an addendum, never admitted to any wrongdoing without adding an excuse, no one ever forced you to yell. No one ever forced you to cheat or lie or lash out. You chose to do those things.

We never sewed a label onto our relationship, but I loved you like you were already mine.

You turned me into someone who assumes the worst case scenario to be true, someone fidgety and afraid.