I keep waiting for you to prove me wrong. Each time you don’t, I do these things for myself and pretend that you would’ve done them if I had hinted better or if I had just told you. I keep hoping for he things that I should expect because I love you too much. I know all of this and I’m still sitting here fucking crying my eyes out because I can’t let you go when you don’t love me anymore. There is no love anymore.