I miss you. Oh, how I miss you. And I am always going to miss you.
You broke my heart. And you’ve been breaking my heart for the last 4 months and 12 days. You keep telling me pretty little lies. You keep telling me just to be patient. But what am I being patient for? You’re holding onto me because I think that you want to use me…. You want to use me to help you with your bills and because you want someone to talk to… But you also keep promising me that you’ll tell me when I can move to be with you again. And you keep telling me that you’ll let me know when I can come visit. Be patient, you say. I’ll let you know, you say. But it’s been four months. And I don’t want to hold onto nothing. Why can’t you just let me go? Why can’t you see that you are hurting me?
Honestly, I think you do know. You answer my calls and get mad at me for crying. You tell me that I need to change and then hang up. Why can’t you love me, for me.
I can’t let you go. I’m not strong enough. I need you to do that.
Please, stop hurting me.
I honestly don’t know how much more I can take.