If you can’t spend 1 night across a room from me without being quick to leave, at least I know Not to come back after my trip home 😮💨 what’s wrong with me? I’m forcing myself to let go of the only sucking thing I’ve wanted. Like it hurts.
You confuse “me” for my presence. You can’t say you honestly love somebody you don’t even know. You love “me” bc I stayed when I shouldn’t have. You love “me” because I hid everything about myself that you didn’t like. You love “me”… what you can control, atleast..