The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
and for those asshole people that are probably thinking “just move on” — I have. I don’t want to be with him. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt.
Last night I was asked if I was in love with “that guy” [isaiah].
When faced with that question I felt all of the heat in my body rush to my cheeks. I loved him, I did. I mean, I love him, I do. Was I in love with him? I had said it before.. why was this question so difficult for me to answer? I still don’t know if I was or not, but I do know this:
I gave him my everything.. my heart, my soul, my time, my patience, my energy, my strength, my money, my passion, my knowledge, my love, etc.
I know he appreciated it and I know that he cared. I know that things change and people change and time heals all and something’s gotta give but
I know that he loved me and I know that he stopped.
and I know it kills him that he hurt me and I know he wishes he didn’t but I know that he is not the same person I met a year ago and I know that it was me that changed something in him and I know that he’s gonna miss me and I know that he is gonna miss her and I know that I will forgive him day after day for anything he ever does to hurt me whether it be the past, present, or future because I know somehow that I hurt him too and I know that he will never admit to it because he is strong. much stronger than he thinks. and I know he is going to see this and I know that I should stop stirring the pot but what’s a girl to do after she’s given away a huge piece of her heart to someone who threw it in a drawer somewhere only to discover it when it’s no longer valuable…