ᴬ ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵇʸ⁻ ᴬⁿⁿᵃ ᵗᵒˡˡⁱᵛᵉʳ

I wish you loved me in the ways I did. I didn't want someone else, not him, not her. You So why couldn't that happen? Why couldn't you love me? Was I really that bad? Was it that easy to let go of what we had? I don't know..and that's the problem.