Love, me.

Nearly four and a half months ago, I told you that I loved you. You said the same in return. I was so unbelievably happy, I almost cried.

Nearly four months ago, you took it back. You told me that you shouldn't have said it to begin with, because you really didn't think it was true, and then, how would I know when it was? I blamed myself... if I had just waited a little longer... been a little more patient, then maybe, just maybe, you would love me too.

Nearly a week and a half ago, you told me that you were falling in love with me. Again--finally. I almost cried again. I was happy but not at the same time. I was confused, just like you had been those weeks ago.

And then, nearly two days ago, I realized that I'm falling out of love with you. I don't want to... you mean so much to me, and yet, at the same time..

For the most part, I still blame myself.

Now, I fantasize about you cheating on me, just so I'm not to blame.

I'm so sorry.
Category Romance