I don't think realize how much it's still hurting me.

Instead of running into your arms for comfort i 

have to avoid even looking at you because even 

a quick glance of you will be enough to get me 

on a bathroom floor crying wishing i never 

ended it. I wish i just talked it out with you

but i was so in love with you i thought that 

you saying that about her meant you didn't 

love me, i wasn't used to the healthy love 

you showed me, I was used to the "toxic 

love". The love where he would only love me 

if he was kissing me or touching me, but that 

wasn't the love you gave to me. The love you

gave to me was pure, healthy and bright i felt

the love you gave to me was "true love" and i 

wish my old self noticed how healthy your love

was before, but it doesn't matter now.