If he wasn’t going to love me, then he wasn’t going to love me anymore. Which hurts, because the thing was…I never knew why he stopped trying to love me.

He knew I was breaking bit by bit everyday, so why didn’t he stay? Help guide me in the right direction instead of letting me fail all over again. Resetting the count day by day…

He let me hurt, cry, and shout. But, whenever he did, I helped him. I helped him grow from his pain and experience. Yet he never did the same.