You could tell he was in love by the way he looked at her. Other girls were faint stars; she was his sun.
You’re selfish, you know that? I didn’t realise this until recently, but you’re the most selfish person I’ve ever met.
You treat me like I’m second best, like I’m not deserving of you, but as soon as I try to let go, you get close again and remind me of all the reasons why I fell in love. You make me doubt myself even though every ounce of my existence says I should let you go.
But, and it’s taken me this long to figure it out, you never had any intention of being mine, nor did you care. You just liked the attention. And as much as it hurts, I have to let go, because you don’t deserve me.