For all the times you said you would never argue with me in public, there is a time when you exposed me, told someone one of my secrets. That, in fact, I never wanted to tell you, you pushed me to. You contested my trust on you. And I thought that you were right, but what's right is that I shouldn't trusted so much, given so much of myself.
For all the times you said you would do anything for me, there is a time when you put conditions and demands, on a unhealthy and unsustainable way. And it never really seemed like you wanted to be with me, because there were so many times you would break up with me. Most of them just to see if I would fight for you, when it actually only tired me more and more.
For all the times you said I can't trust people, people aren't my friends, there is a time someone tried to talk to me to see if I was fine. Someone not necessarily was my friend, but cared about me. Suffered when saw me crying, feeling awful, when saw us fighting. And wanted to know if it was everything fine with me, worried about me. And they were right, things were not fine.