If you can see a future without me and that doesn’t break your heart then we’re not doing what I thought we were doing here.
We are sitting on your bed, there is distance between us and the silence is suffocating me. I am holding my knees to my chest. My body is shaking; you are quiet. I ask you if you still love me, and you tell me that you are not sure that you ever did.
The difference is.
I fucking poured my heart out and gave you everything I had.
You just said sorry.