Why do I love you? I question myself that almost every day. I feel like I have many reasons not to, because I believe that you are a liar, a cheater, and that you just use me. In my eyes there is countless betrayal.
But I also know common sense, and I know that I'm broken into the point of believing that is what everyone does. Because it's happened so many times. So none of that should matter, it's just a step to where I shouldn't be in a relationship, uneasy.
I love you despite my worries, because despite how little trust I have in you, I know that you would never intentionally hurt me. You've showed me the ways I should be loved and cared for in numerous ways. You showed me the way I should be treated.
I knew I loved you, when I wanted everything with you, and only you. I wanted to create a life together, I wanted to build our relationship together, and even have our own family. I knew I loved you when I still saw that future with you despite what you did to me, and wanting to see you in pain.
I didn't love you because I was going to be alone, because I have family and friends who will always be there for me.
I didn't love you because of our baby, because I know I'd be a fucking great mother without you.
I loved you because you treated me right out of everyone I've ever been with.
