did he ever really love me, or was it all just false. opening my eyes after the relationship was as if someone was holding me down and rubbing salt into an open wound that will never heal.
so i left him about two months ago. i miss our long conversations, sleep over nights, his hugs, his touch, his kiss. i miss the sweet nothings he’d whisper to me. i miss the happy things. the things i dont miss outweigh the things i do miss. i dont miss being raped. i dont miss being ignored. i dont miss the verbal and physical abuse. i dont miss any of that. but i will forever miss the sweet parts of him.
what if i was a boy instead of a girl. like omg give me muscles as a boy so i can lift a car or something. like idk. i think that would be so slay. i could be like the hulk