|Taken from sunshinerosepetal|
At least he came to see me like I asked him to. I wasn't going to let myself be broken up with via phone or text or IM or something really stupid and impersonal like that. But the visit involved a lot of my tears and a lot of his apologies and a lot us hugging and cuddling and me weeping into his sweater. I was just hurting so much.
And, I guess with hindsight 20/20, maybe there were signs that he wasn't totally into it. But that's difficult because we were basically constant throughout the passed two months. I mean, we did fight twice. But every couple fights especially when you don't see each other for a while. And it wasn't for lack of communication.
We talked. A lot. He just never thought about it...scratch that, he never thought. And the part that kills me is that he just didn't know any better. And that I did everything right and was the best girlfriend ever. It just sucks. And I feel terrible. Just terrible.