I used to pluck your eyebrows while you watched your stupid movies. I remember you flinching from the pain and I’d kiss you while you told me to keep plucking. I used to look online everywhere for that jersey you so badly wanted but couldn’t afford. You never deserved it, but I wanted to spoil you and show you I would do anything for you. I loved how it felt before we dated, but not during. I cried, threw things, felt pain I have never felt before while staring at my walls wondering if it was the end. When it finally was I didn’t cry, at least not for the first few months. Seeing you with her at that party, holding her as she smoked a blunt. You never liked me drinking or doing those things. I’m glad you’ve found someone you don’t want to change. I refuse to apologize for not changing myself for you. Because if I did, when you left who would I be left with?