You hurt. Like...a lot. I know we're in a good place now but I'm still angry. My first experience with love and you broke me. Congratulations. I keep justifying how you treated me in my mind and I can't. I can't take back loving you no matter how hard I've tried. Now all I'll ever believe is that I'm not enough. That there will always be someone else who can take my person away from me, my happiness. I'm tired. I want a love that doesn't make it hurt to breathe. I want that back, that part of me that shattered after you were done with me.
