sometimes i forget you used to love me. like really, genuinely love me. you would tell me i was your favorite person and that i meant so much to you and you couldn’t do this life without me. and if i didn’t have the photos or the texts to remind me, i’d probably think i imagined it. but you did. you cared about me even though you didn’t like to admit it. and it’s only when i remember that i was someone to you that it hurts.












