Today would have been 3 years.
And instead I’m hassling you to get your address so I can send you your things. You don’t even realize what day it is.
What the fuck. Now you don’t even answer my text. You didn’t answer my email.
I see you’re alive because you posted on Twitter.
I knew you couldn’t be trusted, I knew you’d hurt me…I was just too fucking stupid to think you would do it like this. Why tell me you love me, why tell me you don’t want to lose me in your life if this is what you’re going to do?
Well, that was a really great idea I had. To go to your archives and read old Valentine’s day posts. Yep. Brilliant thing to do. Perfect.
What the fuck happened and why. And why can’t I just fucking let it go and forget. Why can’t I move on.
I am so very sad. I can’t believe you just shut me out. I really believe you when you said you wanted in me your life but wow, you really don’t. I wish I knew why. I tried.
I feel like I tried so hard. I gave you my everything. Even when that meant backing off. Even when that meant giving up on my hopes. Even when that meant us being friends.
And for everything I gave, everything I gave up and gave in on for you, you shut me out more and more and cared less and less and in the end…you lost us.