You're so much better than this.
This—this blubbering, floundering, disoriented mess that you call as self.
All because of someone who didn't deserve you. Doesn't deserve you. And will never deserve you.
Why did you have to invest yourself in something that everyone knew was a lost cause?
You knew—and yet you ignored it.
You ignored it—and you got hurt.
You got hurt—and I forced myself to watch you dwindle into the worse version of yourself.
Please, please, please don't shut me out.
Please let me in.
Please allow me to love you.
(More than I already do.)
—For you, who can't see what's right in front of you the whole time
