Our love first started off strong. We were could not wait to spend time with one another and it was beautiful. You gave me so many memories when I least expected them to happen. You showed me that it was possible to give someone my whole heart and what it was like to become a part of another family. So many good memories but they are slowly being overwhelmed but how you treated me the last couple of months and weeks before you broke up with me.

You could not open yourself up to me anymore. You started to hide from me and not care how I felt about your lack of effort. You became so self-absorbed with yourself that you forgot that I was there and made me feel like I was unwanted. You blamed a lot of your own faults on me because of how I reacted to them. I blame you a lot for the misery that was put upon me but I can't help but blame myself now.

I saw all the signs, all the red flags, your lack of effort, and your unwillingness to open up to me. But instead of running away from you and doing what was best for me, I decided to fight for us and try to make things work. I tried to talk things out with you and you said you would change but your actions spoke louder than your words. When you finally ended things with me I was upset but I didn't beg you to stay. I told you how I felt while you told me nothing. I should hate you and be upset with you but I can't, it's not who I am. I let you back into my life the first time you decided to leave it as a friend because I know I did wrong, but I can't let you back in next time you try to come back because you caused me too much pain.

I don't regret treating you to the best of my ability, I don't regret loving you, I don't regret giving you my heart, but I do regret letting you play and toy with it for so long until you decided to break it. A part of me hopes you come back someday but a part of me hopes you don't cause I know my soft spot for will take control of my actions.