It was over for you long before it was over for me. It was over for you when “I love you” became something you felt obligated to say back, when my texts became a burden that you had to take time out of your day to respond to. It was over for you when my little quirks you fell in love with became mundane, when the way I stutter when I get shy no longer came off as cute to you, when how I constantly wanted to hold your hand and feel our skin pressed against each other became too clingy when you just wanted your own space. It was over for you when my body no longer pleased you, when you no longer saw me as beautiful and sexy as you once described me, when you got tired of seeing my body naked so you found other bodies that were better than mine. And maybe I should’ve realized you had fallen out of love with me a week before you told me as you said you did, but a couple days before it happened, when we were napping in your bed and jumping on each other play fighting, and I fell off the side of your bed, everything felt right. The way you looked at me was full of love, but I guess looks can be deceiving.
itsprincesslivyyy
