Unsent Messages

it hurt so fucking much for you to say that you only kept me around for your own pleasure. how you say that i loved you more than you ever loved me, even though my love was just the bare minimum. how, in spite of you destroying my heart twice, you can still justify goodness in yourself. rae, i've been justifying your actions. i've been telling myself that maybe you are that person that i thought i fell in love with. that i wasn't just a person that you could kill time with, but a person that you valued and enjoyed being around. i spent so long thinking that maybe it had been my fault; that my shortcoming of loving someone so strongly was the reason why you left. but it never was. i gave you my love, rae—but you just never gave me enough.