Actually it hurts worse. If I’m not loving in the way that is uniquely ‘my way’ then I’m not being true to myself. I have never loved half way, that kind of loving is not me. Just thinking about this brings back such hurtful memories.
It really is. But somehow im wondering how do I know when my heart is at war with my mind
I hate that I blew up your phone asking you to please just say we should agree to cut contact...Instead you tell me I'm not a priority and you don't say bye at all. I hate it.