reading tons of posts about how people are in love with people who don’t love them back
makes me feel almost guilty for letting go of someone who loves me. it’s not that I woke up one day and didn’t love him anymore. it was more that i made him my everything and it wasn’t until i’d endured months of it that i realized i was his everything and he was taking it for granted.
he never saw it coming.
i love him but…it’s too late.
