Holy fuck, now that I think of it, it wasn’t my fault, I mean yea I loved you way less than before but it wasn’t by choice. It was cause of you.
Cause shit I, I could talk forever about me and everything. I always had something to talk about I always wanted to talk to you. It was you who just never said anything.
I mean yea you said “ I love you” and all but never anything else I mean nothing interesting.
You see I fell in love with you back near December 2018 but it’s because back then we were best fucking friends.
We talked about every single fucking thing like I mean EVERYTHING and I honestly didn’t care what you thought of me because shit I knew you wouldn’t judge me and all.
But then we became more than friends. And I started caring about what you thought of me. Like a shit ton. So much that I didn’t want to make you feel sorry for me and all that gay shit but yea.
Then the love I felt for you gradually started to decrease. I stopped doing what I wanted and started doing what you wanted.
I mean even though you told me countless times that I could do whatever I wanted you weren’t ever happy when i did. You always wanted to talk to me or ft me and I was always did.
I mean I wanted to talk and ft you too but i also wanted to work on myself. I wanted to better myself. But I couldn’t cause I was always talking to you.
Yes “I” was always talking to you cause from what I recall you never talked to me. All you talked about was of how much you loved me and all. Every single day was the same.
And you know it felt like I was playing a song on repeat and after a while of doing that the song gets boring. That’s how it was.
Shit that might be fucked up but I’m sure everyone knows that feeling. I’m sure if y’all were in my shoes you’d feel the same.
You see I never stopped loving you I just started to love you less and less. To the point where I didn’t know if I did or didn’t.
And honestly I just needed time to think of it but you were to hasty and caught up in the moment.
Which I’m glad you were cause shit, if I would’ve thought of love I probably would’ve found myself confused at 4am every day so thank you. I honestly don’t even know who I’m writing this to.
It could be me, you, or fucking nobody. I doubt anyone will actually read this whole shit but fuck.