To: you, Love: me.
its going to be okay. i promise you that. don’t ask me how i know, because i’m not officially there yet. but i know that one day, this won’t matter anymore. and think about it this way, it makes it easier to miss him less- you may want to be there for him, but he might not want you to be there for him. if he loved you, if he cared about you the way you deserve to be cared about, he would call you. he would write you. he would text you. he would fucking morse code you if that’s what needed to happen- but he’s not. use that, and move on. its all you can do. because you’re going to find better. and he’s going to love you a million times more. but you need your confidence that i KNOW is inside somewhere. you’ve just gotta find it again. cause without your confidence, you’re not finding that guy anytime soon. and you sure as hell aren’t getting rid of the dead weight.
