you love me, you say. but apparently, your love isn't enough to make you go against the odds and make this work. you say you love me and perhaps you do, but not enough to make us work. no, you don't love me.. you love yourself. please don't blame the circumstances. please don't tell me you're busy. please don't give me excuses. you could have told me you love yourself more than you could ever love me and with that I'll know-- it's my cue to leave
this you will never read but i’ll write it anyway













