Then fight for me. I’m tired of being the one who’s keeping us above water while you’re comparing me to everyone else, doubting my feelings. If you fought for her when she broke your heart, then you can fight for me; the one person who has always been there for you, supported you when no one else did, held you while you cried and loved you selflessly and wholeheartedly. I’ve been there since day one and you’re still trying to run away from me? You’ve got your friends, but they don’t love you like I do. They can’t give you that one bit of stability that I can. Isn’t this what you want? Someone who actually fucking cares?

I don’t know what else I can do to make you see that I’m not like anyone else.

I’m definitely not like anyone else.

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tagged as: hurt. heartache. feelings. thoughts. fuckkkk. confusion. anxiety. depression.

posted on June 23, 2012