I think you though. I think you really kinda really helped showed me that I wasn’t happy with him. Just little things i didn’t even realise I was doing. One night I was really upset, so i went to my wardrobe and instead of his jumper, I put on yours instead. Quite frankly, his was the nicer jumper, but I went for yours idk. And at that party two weeks ago like, you care a lot about me and I had been craving that for so long. I felt myself just ignoring his texts in favour of talking to you. I told you things I didn’t feel comfortable telling him. And then I started to realise that my tumblr posts about him had stopped without me noticing, and the other night I posted about you. It’s not a romantic thing, but I really just love you so much.
Idk like, he always made me feel slightly on edge like I couldn’t be myself kinda idk, like I couldn’t often say the things I wanted to say, and like when I did say them he didn’t really care almost. I was only ever truly open with him very very late at night or when I was drunk. But you, who has the worst memory I’ve ever known, remembers things I told you almost two years ago. Like exact conversations, and you still care about how I feel about the stuff that I held important back then. I lay down next to you and spilled my heart entirely, and I remember stopping and thinking “I shouldn’t be saying all this when I’m sober, because then I can’t blame it on the alcohol later.” But then I remembered that it was you, and I didn’t need to blame who I am on anything.
