Maybe all this time, I didn’t love you. Maybe I just loved the idea of someone loving me.
You’re like my first breath of morning fresh air, my only motivation of looking forward to the weekend. You’re like the one good thing I think about when I feel like I’m screwed in a situation. You’re the only thing that makes me worry throughout the day, just wondering what you’re doing and if you’re okay. You’re on my mind 24/7 and honestly, I wish it wasn’t you.
It’s not that I don’t love you because I do. It’s just, I’m getting tired of being upset. I’m getting tired of being hurt. I want just to be happy, with or without you.
How do I describe something that seems impossible to explain? The feeling that I’m feeling can only be understood when felt. I can’t describe how or why I do. Its just there. I makes me feel numb and it seems like my heart is crawling to my stomach. Its exhausting.