Forgive me for saying. I’m still ridiculously in love with you and I can’t even fathom why.
You hurt me.
I hurt you.
You hurt me again.
We say goodbye.
And yet I still hang onto hope for the future. When you leave yours and I leave mine.
And we meet back in the middle.
All I think about is you.
When I am with him I am wishing it was you.
Maybe with time i’ll learn to hate you so that I won’t think about you or love you.
Sadly, I am very sure you will be back. You always come back.
I will have no other choice but to give in and when I do, I will give it all I got this time.