If you didn’t realized that you’ve been hurting me, then maybe you didn’t really loved me.
It feels as if I’m a toy to make you happy.
But wasn’t there at all when I needed you.
All you thought of, was yourself.
All I did was wait.
Because I trusted you when you told me you need more time.
Because I trusted you when you told me you’ll marry me no matter what.
Because I trusted you when you told me “Can you just don’t care about them?”
Because I trusted you when you said ok, when I told you that I hope you can discuss with me anything.
Because I trusted you cared, that’s why I didn’t flare. I talked to you nicely.
Because I trusted once you’re done, you’ll be back.
But all I got at the end of the day was…
“I think we should end our relationship.”
“I feel happy with you, but I felt nothing.”
“Why do I have to tell you every god-damn thing about I feel?”
“I’m sorry.”
You know what, this’s then the thing that hurt me.
It wasn’t the break-up that hurts.
You made me realized, how puny I was to you.
Dumb dumb.
