I’m realizing I never stopped loving you. But I did stop loving how you made me feel. Always on the edge, questioning my every move. Telling me my way of life is nothing but a disgrace, which ultimately made me feel like so was my existence. When you give a certain importance to an individual you are giving them the power to define and validate you. Always on the edge, always scared of when you will finally go back to her. Because in my mind, there was always someone better for you out there. That made me love myself less and less. If I can’t love myself with you, how can I love you?
And I hated living like that. I don’t want to live like that, all I want is to be good enough, the way I am.
She Was Sea 