Long Story Short

Maybe

Love is for suckers who want to suffer. Love is for people who hate so much they forget to be mad. Love is for people like him.

Maybe I was just a tool for him to play with and use.

Maybe I did like putting on my cute clothes for him.

Maybe he didn't like me and all those texts meant nothing.

Maybe I have wasted my time and money, broken my own heart and I was stupid to fall in love with her in the first place.

But...

It's still there. I still look in your eyes, look at your texts and your small smile when you think I'm not looking.

I see love, and no matter how much I refuse to admit it...

I knew you were going to break my heart the moment I saw you...

...and I was going to let you.