the worst part is, someone else is showing me that it was never too much to ask.
it was just too much to ask from you.
and somehow, after everything, that hurts more than losing you.
went out on a second date with a guy, and he’s so good—hot, handsome, sweet. he’s a little shorter than me, and his name is even so similar to my little brother’s, mat
"you never try to understand"
but i was there without flowers, without surprises, without dates, without thoughtful gestures, without being shown off. i stayed even when it felt like i was loving more than i was being loved.
i accepted the little things and told myself they were enough. i tried to believe that this was just their way of loving. that maybe they cared, just in a different way. maybe this was all they knew how to give.