People can say they care about you all day, but I pay attention to how they move. If I’m always the one reaching out, making time, or getting the bare minimum while everybody else gets the best of you, that already told me where I stand. I don’t argue bout nothing. I accept what it is and move accordingly.
You know what’s painful? When the cycle repeats itself all over again and the hardest part is knowing I can’t be angry at anyone but myself. Because deep down, I already knew how it would end. I saw the signs, saw the patterns but I held onto hope that maybe this time would be different. Maybe that’s what hurts the most. Not that I was wrong about someone else, but that I was right all along and still chose to believe in the possibility of something better.