He takes me for granted.
Those days when he was sad about his break-up, the days he needed someone to hug.
I was always there.
It's hard to live up to expectations.
I can't just drop everything and rescue him from his sorrow, I have needs too.
He wont ever understand.
The way he looks at me, the way he smiles at me;
It's almost as if I'm a toy, A toy that he uses to make himself feel better.
I don't know why I deal with it.
Probably because I love him in a way I will never understand.
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