Dear... You Once Told Me You Loved Me
I was lonely and fragile then I met you. I was codependent on you. You had gotten out a bad relationship a couple of months before we met. I stayed, replied to your texts and calls as soon as I saw them.
Talking to you almost every day gave me butterflies, I started to like you, a lot.
I knew you felt the same way too but you never considered giving me a chance.
Not even after 5 months, you started to date someone else then you slowly cut me off out of your life.
When we first met, you were shy, you always made me smile. Everything about you was wholesome and cute.
Being beside you always gave me warmth, you eased my pain and I wanted to do the same for you.
8 months later you came back to me because you were heartbroken again.
Like before, we started to talk a lot and I still had feelings for you.
You said that I was someone who you wanted to keep in your life, you said you loved me but you don’t show it.
You have other people who care for you but I want to be part of your life.
I want to mean something to you.
I don't understand, why won’t you consider giving me a chance when I have been nothing but nice to you?
I’m here and I always have been, I wait for you.
I want to mean something to you.
I’m trying to move on, keeping myself occupied but you keep coming back into my life each time I am ready to let go.
Please, love me,
Heal me,
or
Kill me.