It’s been one month with her and you’re already taking her on romantic trips, buying her flowers and finding her gifts.
I had two years and all I got was the pleasure of being your dirty little secret.
Funny how I could never leave your side, it’s messed up even. My life was fine after you finally left, God I was even relieved…until I saw all the things you could do for someone you loved and wondered why I never had any of that. Why you didn’t leave me when you realized you couldn’t love me? Now I just feel like shit again. Because for some stupid hell reason you couldn’t give me anything while I was giving you myself whole. I let you take everything from me because I hoped it would make you stay only to learn love can’t be earned. It’s a gift you can’t choose who to have…