Little things I have to tell myself.
Even if I get just the tiniest bit of recognition from her it feels good, but then I have to remind myself over again that she doesn’t actually care, what it felt like when I first realized that I ended up being part of her game and that she has moved on to someone new.
Though those things are true I also remind myself of the times where we truly cared for each other, the ways that genuine love was taught to me, what it felt like to open up to someone who valued even the dark parts of me and the feeling of learning all the parts of her as a person.
It is okay to still care for someone who doesn’t give a fuck. I am thankful for what has been taught to be through that relationship. I will not let her actions (or anyone else’s for that matter) control how much I do or do not feel. I will be completely me, and that is a good thing.
