it's really your loss, love. you missed out on someone who gave everything until there was nothing left to give. who poured out their heart and soul to you, despite the hurt, despite the betrayal. you lost someone who loved you in all the little ways you failed to notice, despite you pushing me to my breaking point and then turning it around on me. and i'm proud of myself for staying tender-hearted, despite all the excrutiating pain and the heartbreak you caused, despite, despite, despite–




















