I’m in love with you, kid. Even when you make me sob at 2 in the morning. Even when I want to punch you in the face. I love you, boy. It’s stupid and ridiculous, and I don’t even know why, but it’s true. Nobody gets it. Nobody understands. They all tell me that you’re a douchebag, and you’re not worth my time, my tears, my love. And sometimes, I agree. Sometimes I want nothing more than to hate you. But I just can’t fucking do it. Because, I’m sorry to say, I love every single thing about your dumb ass.
You found another, and I’m really happy for you.
You laugh more now, and that’s a joyous sight.
You’re more cheerful and happy, that’s a great start to move away from all the things that were depressing you.
...but it’s just saddening to see that you have to give up on me because you found another, and I thought I was the one.
You laugh more now, because I wasn’t good enough. You’re more cheerful and happy, because I became the substitute instead of the real deal.
And all I can do is move a step back, and love you till the very end. ♥