you know how hard i fell for this guy? pretty fucking hard.
i can genuinely say that this was the first time I’ve ever really felt love, or what i thought was love. and as for someone with divorce parents, it took me some fucking time. i was so afraid, genuinely afraid to love because my vision of “love” (from my parents relationship with one another), was that it’s a constant argument and that it wasn’t forever.
i don’t mean to be so vulgar, but that took so much out of me - this relationship. this 3-year and some months, I thought this might’ve been it. that pouring my heart out, putting you on this pedestal, and loving you so much - I thought you were it. i wanted to prove that love is real, genuine, and that love is you.
But alas, I’ve put all this effort, all this time, all my energy that I’ve never put into anyone, just to stopped being loved.
Unfortunate, truly. That our love didn’t last forever after all.









