This Is For The Children Who Grew Up With Parents Who Always Fought
I see you. I feel your pain.
I see you. I feel your pain.
Thank you for falling in love with all of me, the good parts of me, the ugly parts of me, the flawed parts of me. Thank you for teaching me how to love.
It is true though, apart of me will always be secretly hoping that you don’t work out.
It’s okay to grieve, it’s okay to miss them. But, don’t let your heart be guarded in a way you can’t experience love to the fullest.
Please someone tell me, someone tell me they are coming back.
Believe me when I say I won’t be intimidated by your friendship I just can’t promise that I won’t get jealous seeing your name pop up on his phone, but I promise to be understanding of his relationship with you.
I want you to know that I enjoyed every second of being your friend, but it was torture to not be able to love you in the way that I wanted to, in the way you deserved to be loved.