try.

you know what really fucking sucks?

Well.. I’ve been thinking about you and I, because right now there is no us. It’s hard to watch you fall in love with someone else, it physically makes me sick to my stomach. Thinking of anyone else touching you or laughing with you or getting held by you literally makes me want to punch a hole through the wall. But babe, sometimes it’s hard to tell with you. I love you, every aspect of your whole being, but sometimes I question if you love every aspect of my whole being as well.. You see, I do all these things for you. Such as writing poems and letters and books and stories and notes and all sorts of things all relating to you in someway, but I know you would probably never do that for me. And I guess that’s where I go wrong every single time. I want it to be you in the end, I do. But I also think I deserve someone who writes me poems or little notes when they see something that reminds me of them in public, or just simple yet creative gestures to show that they really do care for me and think of me when I’m not around. I just sometimes have second thoughts on who I want, but what I deserve. I love you. I fucking love you. I just hope that the feelings are mutual I guess, because if I love you more than you love me, let me go, please let me go. Because then I’ll be able to be with someone later on who loves me just as much as I love them. I hope it’s you though, god damn I hope it’s you.

Silly girl, he won’t regret never texting you back or not coming after you when it’s over. He won’t regret leaving you or breaking you heart. He doesn’t love you anymore, his feelings are gone. So stop waiting for him to come back. Move on and find your happiness elsewhere because if you don’t, you’ll be waiting forever.