Everything you’ve done to me, and I still love you. I still want you to sweep me off my feet and call me yours.
And I’ve been trying. I try so hard. It’s pathetic, really, how hard I try.
Trying to make you see that I’m what’s right for you, and that you really are worth something.
But at the same time, I’m bitter.
Everything you did, including her.
It’s funny. They say cheaters never prosper, but yet you’ve still got me, and it’s awful.
She’s selfish, really. Keeping you from the best girl you could’ve had.
Excuse my ego. But I think I deserve a moment of arrogance, because I made you my everything. I put you before myself, I made your happiness my top priority, and you just throw it away.
Just like that.
You said you would sweep me off my feet.
That in the long run, you’ll always care about me, and that I’m the one you want to marry.
So why aren’t you with me now?
If you really cared about me, you wouldn’t be doing this. You wouldn’t say to fight for you. You would realize that you should be the one winning me back, not the other way around.
But still, through it all, your happiness is what’s most important to me. And if you’re happy now, with all of this, then who am I to deny you that?
My love for you will never go away, even if you just don’t really want it anymore.
I regret nothing.
And for that, I am sorry.
Be happy, darling.