I give, give, give, and give some more, and all you do is take, take, take, and take. You’re kinda selfish. I’ve given you my everything. It would be nice to get something in return sometimes.
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The only reason that I’m mean to you sometimes is because I’m trying to convince myself not to like you. You’re my best friend and I’m afraid about ruining our friendship, but now you just think I’m a selfish bitch, and now I’ve lost you as a friend and any remedial possibility of being something more than that.
I am sick and tired of this hold that you have over me. I hate how I always end up comparing them all to you. What’s worse is that I’m comparing them to the way you used to be, because who you are now is a far cry from anyone I could ever fall in love with.
I feel like I’m in love with the past, and I’ll never fall out of love until you give me closure… once and for all.
Please, do me one last favour. Help me let go; help me move on.