I’m more than enough.
Maybe my biggest flaw is that when I love, when I decide to be vulnerable towards someone I fall hard, I love hard, and I break even harder. It’s cliche to hear but it’s true. When I love you, you’re my top priority, if you have an issue, if you’re feeling down, I’ll drop everything I’m doing just to be there for you. To listen, to give you someone to hug, to cheer you up with my stupid humor. Even if you’re being annoying, I’ll tolerate it and go with it because I just learn to love that about you. When we’re arguing, I wouldn’t want to hurt you with my words so I’ll always apologies first even if I was not in the wrong. Even if I wasn’t the one who walked away.
But every time you walk out the less I love you. Even in the end, when you broke me for the last time, I wanted to apologies, for not being enough.
But then I realized, I was enough. Hell, I was more than enough. I loved you more than I love myself, I talked to you and made effort even when you were being a little selfish asshole. I tried to be nice when you yelled and threatened me. I welcomed you back with open arms every time and when you wanted time apart, I gave you that. I apologized every time we fight and you never even said ‘I’m sorry’ but instead you’ll ask me “tf did I do lol”.
And the worst thing of all was that every time you came back I ignored my mind and followed my heart. I believed that you would be different, that you finally realized what you were doing but you never did.
My biggest flaw wasn’t loving too hard. My biggest flaw was giving you the benefit of the doubt.














