#harryquinn

It’s been 4 years since we “broke up” and yet you still have so much control over my life. I try so hard to move on. Push you out of my life.

You hurt me. You manipulated me. You Broke me down. And yet at the same time loved me so hard. you saw deeper inside me than I could ever. You could fix anything with one word. And you could destroy me with the second.

You controlled every aspect of my life, you controlled what I wore, who I talked to, how I spoke, how I acted, who I saw. What I did. For years

For years you were with me every second of my life. We lived together. We worked together. We had the same friends. There was not a moment we weren’t together for years. And then you left.

You left because it was your dream. And I supported it. But when you left I was alone. No contact. I crashed. I got so used to you controlling everything I forgot how to live.

Your friends tried to warn me. Told me they could see what you were doing. But I loved you.

You came home and I told you how I didn’t want to be hurt anymore and that I needed time and you agreed.

I made mistakes but you did to. But through all of it you controlled everything. I tried to move on from you and you destroyed multiple relationships. Made me do things I’d never do. For you. So I could be yours again. Then you pushed me down.

“I love you, I want you, marry me.” To “fuck you, we can’t be together. We should stop talking”. Over and over again because you.

You know that you can come back into my life any time you want and I’ll welcome you with open arms.