Mar 20, 2006 10:38
Apparently she didn't want to hurt me this bad. I don't think I can believe that. If she didn't want to hurt me this bad, she would have broke up with me before sleeping with him. If she didn't want to hurt me, she wouldn't have let me spend a week with her thinking that everything is perfect, while she was wondering if I was even the guy she wanted. If she didn't want to hurt me, she wouldn't dissapear for 2 and a half days to fuck/have a relationship with him while I panic because I don't know where she is or if she's alright. If she didn't want to hurt me, she wouldn't have put me through any of this shit. If she didn't want to hurt me, she should have never told me she loved me in the first place. If she loved me at all during all this, she would still love me.
Her love wasn't patient. Her love was jealous, and it was rude. It was selfish, wanting only for her to be satisified. She got upset with me repeatedly. Love didn't patiently accept who I was. It didn't always trust, didn't always hope, and most definitely didn't stay strong. Her love ended. Her love wasn't perfect. It didn't continue forever. She was unfaithful, didn't have hope for me, and couldn't have loved me.
And through it all, my love for her never changed. It always stayed strong. I was faithful to her, I had hope for her, and I always loved her unconditionally. And in the end, it all meant nothing to her.