I thought maybe with time you could gradually, organically fall in love with me. In time I assumed you'd be able to see me as the kind of person I really am; a giver, a lover, a nurturer.
With time I could see things progressing. I could see you evolving, and create a better life for yourself.
When I first met you, you were bad news.
You had trouble written all over you. I saw all the red flags but I ignored them.
When I first met you, I could also see that you were broken, Your heart had been shattered into a million pieces.
You told me that in your previous relationship, you had met the person you thought you were going to marry.
But the relationship came to a halt and you weren't able to end things in a proper manner.
No matter how much you deny, I can tell that you still aren't over it.
Clearly, you won't allow me to get too close because you're afraid of getting hurt.
Or maybe it's because she's still there in your heart and deep down you believe that there is no one else that belongs.
With the time I had spent with you, I was eager to believe that we were getting somewhere.
I hoped we both could move forward with our lives – together.
I thought you and I could build our own memories, something we could look back on. I wished we could begin planning our future.
But we can't do that if you won't let us.
I want to be loved as much as the person I'm in love with. I deserve that, don't you agree?
I want the person I'm with to be happy, as happy as I am with them.
I want to be someone's #1. I want to be their priority – the love of their life.
And I wanted so badly for that to be you…
But I am not your priority.
I'm not you're #1.
And it is obvious that I am not the love of your life…
So let me be.
Set me free…
Because I can no longer carry on being anyone's second best.