I loved.

I loved you for one year. I don't know if you ever knew,and I'm ok with that. I loved you so much that I was happy with us just being good friends, if that meant that was the most we could be.

But that night when you told me that you were waiting for me to f*** up with my life, you broke me.

It made me sad to think that even if I never had your heart, you had no faith in me as a person. I hated you, but even more, I hated myself.

You were never my lover, butI thought you were my friend.

I loved you.
And now it's so hard to respect myself.

I have heard of people not receiving love back, but it's even worse when the person you love tells you that you are just a bomb waiting to explode.

I am worthless.
I am sorry.

I am trying to heal now, but it's so hard to love back.
I know I am getting better,but it's so difficult.

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  • How awful. That person you loved was totally unworthy of you. Don't let that loser's nasty attitude define or limit you.

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