What I love about my tumblr is not much of my friends know about it. It’s kind of like my own diary in a sense. It’s almost midnight, it’s suppose to be our day tomorrow.
I’ve always known I wasn’t going to ever be someone’s first choice but I never really cared much until I met you. I was promised love and understanding and I did get that. You made me so much happier than you would ever think. You gave me a lover and a best friend. We had bad times and I always thought we could get through anything because when you told me how much I mean to you, I knew you meant it. I always feared you would realize I’m not perfect; i’m far from it. I just never knew that you wouldn’t accept me for my flaws..
I can only see anger when we fight, before I saw sympathy and hurt. Now when you look at me it makes me wonder if I should just stop fighting for us. I already know my answer to that; it’s no I shouldn’t stop because I love you and care about you. I just wished it was enough for you to realize you hurt me just as much as you say I hurt you. Yet I know I shouldn’t be selfish and hold on to you if you don’t want me in your life anymore.
I looked at you today and told you “No matter what happened between us I still think you are worth it, through everything.” I hoped you would smile and say that I was worth it too..it didn’t happen.