I hate that I love you this much. I hate that you can hurt me incomprehensibly, and yet I am still able to love you. I am still unable to not love you. It isn’t fair that you can do this to me, yet still be fine without me. It isn’t fair that I should I have to lie awake at night hoping you might notice me, when quite obviously, you are done with me.
I babysit for a girl who use to think her mom’s name was “my love” because her dad said it so often to her and that’s just freaking cute I can’t