"Its just a break."
"I still love you."
"Its you. Its always been you."
"We always come back to each other."
Things you've said to me that gave me hope. You told me that you needed time to figure out your own brain, and that I should do the same. But not even 2 months later, you are talking and planning sleepovers with someone else. While I still lived with you. While I was sleeping near you. I'm never trusting anyone again. I'm never loving anyone again. Especially if this is how people keep treating me.




















