Maybe it’s because you liked every single one of the photos I posted online and left comments about how pretty I looked. Maybe it’s because every text had a cutesy emoji with winks or hearts.
It’s my fault for believing there was even a slim chance you were going to change. It’s my fault for letting my heart take control of my actions when my head should have been in charge.
I don’t want to feel like I cannot come to you when I am feeling insecure because you will get annoyed with me and the conversation will snowball into an argument.
Living together means putting in effort even when you aren’t in the mood, when you would rather climb into bed and fall asleep.
You are supposed to take care of your person and they are supposed to take care of you.
I’m sorry you were the person I used to feel better about myself. I’m sorry you were the only way I could think of to take the loneliness away.
I really should stop reading through old messages, because they are only making me miss you more. They are reminding me of all of the good times.
I never properly mourned our relationship because there was always a piece of me that assumed you would come back.
She is the girl who offered her love and received nothing in return. Who decided to keep on fighting for a relationship that should have ended a long time ago.
Seeing you has become the highlight of my week. It’s what I look forward to when I wake up in the morning.