To say that I am completely out of love with you is wrong. I still run out of breath whenever I see you on my feed or when you send me a picture. I still cry when you forget about me. I do still love you.
I do still love you but not in between the shadow and the soul. This is not a love that can keep me happy when not returned. I don't think I could ever love you in between the shadow and the soul.
I fell in love with you not for how you looked like or what you did for the society. I fell in love with your flaws, your ugly parts, your selfish thoughts and crude remarks and opinions. I did not romanticise the idea of you like I did the previous people I have loved. I loved you for who you were.
You forgot about me sometimes.
But hey, I was never to complain when you came back with a
"Hi, sorry for being not around."
It really did suck to not be able to talk to you a lot like we used to do. It still does.
And that is why even though I do not love you as much I will never stop loving you. You are important to me. I would pack and leave the next day, but I would also swallow an erupting grenade for you.
So no, do not ask me why I stick around for I do not know and I will never really know the answer ever. Maybe in the future I might but my love for you was the raw one, where you were never airbrushed through Photoshop or enhanced by Instagram filters. It was just me accepting you for you and cutting myself apart desperately for you to love me back.
I know you never will. But as they preach and I practice,
"Old habits die hard."
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Thơ casmall sad words and maybe sometimes some happiness and hope. this won't end until i have learnt how to love myself. then a new era will start. - hope y'all readers are okay if you need advice look at the last chapter.
