Friday, 22nd May 2015 - 1:54pm
I thought I was getting used to seeing them together. I thought that it wouldn't hurt as much. I thought I was okay.
But I was wrong.
My heart breaks a little more each time I see them hold hands or hug. I see how happy she makes him. I see how happy he makes her. The way they look at each other and the way they talk about each other.
It hurts. It hurts so fucking much.
It hurts because it's just a constant reminder that I'm not enough. That I'm not smart enough, pretty enough, talented enough, funny enough.
Not happy enough.
And maybe I would be happier if someone was to prove to me that I'm enough.
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