The hardest thing is to accept that someone you care about is treating you badly. Maybe not on purpose, and maybe not all the time, but you have a self worth and a value and if you pretend that you don’t know what it is, so will everyone else.
What if I can’t love you the way you deserve to be loved? Maybe that’s why we should go our separate ways and that this is a good thing, maybe that’s the silver lining.
You deserve someone who can give you more than you could ever know, more than this world could ever offer. You carry a very beautiful soul that should be cherished with every inch of love that exists, even if you don’t believe that.
I learned the hard way that I cannot always count on others to respect my feelings - even if I respect theirs. Being a good person doesn’t guarantee that others will be good people. You only have control over yourself and how you choose to be as a person. As for others, you can only choose to accept them or walk away.
God, I fucking miss you so much. It hits me randomly during the day. I’m with people who actually care about me, laughing, smiling, being happy and then out of nowhere it hits me that you left. You left and it didn’t even hurt you. Not talking to me isn’t even fucking hurting you, because I was just another girl to you. I was just another one of your fucking toys.
I looked in a stranger’s eyes and I saw a chance for something beautiful. I saw a smile and a shy response. I saw a first date and a first walk home. I saw a first kiss and a first embrace. I saw midnight musings and late-night texts. I saw tears and a hand to wipe them. I saw fears and a voice to calm them. I saw the beautiful things. I saw a chance for love. And it saddened me, because that is all it’ll ever be. A glimpse of what could’ve been.
Me (JNH). And I whispered goodbye as I walked away.