The problem it wasn't that I wanted to know you better first. The problem was that I had a boyfriend.
Yeah, a toxic relationship.
Those which one of the two of you is trying so hard to hold everything together. But in the end, there must come an end. This person is tired, exhausted. Sick of giving so many uncountable chances as "one last chance" to someone who was never going to change. This person can not hold on anymore, can not give love for two people.
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I was in a fight with my boyfriend. I told you everything. I told you I had a boyfriend and described my difficult situation. Then you responded: "So, if I'm right, you are trapped in your own relationship".
To be honest, I didn't expect that. I thought that you would run away but I risked it all by telling you. You see, I didn't want to fool you by telling you lies.
Instead of leaving me, you helped me. You helped me find the problem, find some solutions or even a compromise, talk to my boyfriend then. You didn't even say something to make me think about breaking up with him. You wanted me to fix it and be alright.
I was crying and you were there, calming my soul telling me to see things clearly. No hasty moves.
You were there for me while my boyfriend was ignoring me.
You were there for me while I wasn't there for my own self.

YOU ARE READING
Me and You
RomanceThinking of you. I don't know if you feel the same. I just want to write down what happened between us. Not a story with fantastic characters. Me and you, this is our (or mine?) story.