when you thought everything was finally okay, that you had talked through everything, suddenly he tells you he's tired of you. you stop, take a deep breath—what? why? maybe spending an entire week together nonstop was too much, let's blame that. but no. because that moment would’ve come anyway, when once again he feel it’s time to end it. am i not important to you? “yes you are.” (no i'm not.) you’re lying. i’m the one lying? everything that’s true about you, you say is me—stubborn, selfish, too confident, walking all over others—but that’s all you. if you only knew how much i love you… but that doesn’t move you, like you said. do you even have feelings at all? that really came out of me just now, i kind of exploded. let’s go back to the beginning. everything is exactly how you want it, damn it.
am i really that annoying?
“i like being with you, you’re almost perfect”—why did you say these things if you didn’t mean them? you humiliate me in front of others, you’re so rude to me, you know i love you—like you’re using it against me. why can’t you love me too? whatever. you even throw away our friendship. after this week—which felt like a dream, like another world—going back to reality, back to the same old routine wouldn’t have been easy anyway, but now that you’ve broken my heart, it’s impossible.
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