I don’t know whether the title describes me or my (ex) relationship, but whatever. I don’t know how I feel anymore. The day after he left, all I wanted to do was lie in bed and cry, because I hated him and I loved him and I missed him. Then for the next few days I just felt pure hatred towards him when I started to realise how much he’d screwed me over. He lied about forever, and I was naïve enough to believe his bullshit. So I listened to upbeat breakup songs and danced around with my middle finger in the air (seriously, I did). But now, I’m back to the start again, remembering all the sweet things he said to me. He made me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, yet he was the one who left me crying myself to sleep. Love is overrated and underrated at the same time, and I don’t know if its worse to have loved and lost, or to have never loved at all.
I still love you