I ain't even mad at you anymore. I just look at everything different now. I gave you chances, ignored shit that would've made anyone walk away, and still chose you every time. you got comfortable knowing I'd always come back, so you stopped appreciating me. that where you fucked up. I still got love for you, but it ain't the same, if you ever miss me, remember you had me when I was still willing to stay, and you wasted that version of me

i feel like one of the hardest things about love is never knowing if somebody is gonna love you the same way forever. one minute you're talking to somebody every day, telling them everything, making plans together and genuinely believing you found your person. then slowly things start changing. the calls get shorter the conservation feel forced and you start feeling lonely in a relationship you once prayed for. The worst part is you don't even want to leave because you remember how good everything used to be. you keep holding on, hoping things will get back to the way they were, until you realize you're the only once one who still trying. and honestly, i think that hurts more than a breakup itself. how do you accept that somebody you still love doesn't love you the same way anymore?