It’s not easy to explain. I don’t think you love me.
“i dont think you love me, i think you…something…me…but i don’t think you love me.”
Instead of maybe talking and reassureing me or just listening you promptly tear my room apart, throw the clothes off the bed i was folding and start kicking my clothes rack. Then you throw all my blankets on the bed and roll over away from me with crossed arms. As i continue to fold my laundry.
I know i may have hurt you. Of course that was not, never is my intentions. I just don’t know how to explain.. I think you lust me. You love my body. You love the way i look and what not. But you don’t love ME. i feel like i know and remember every little thing about you. I love the little things. But you dont see those. You just see a nice looking girl. You dont dig any deeper. Its not important to you like it is to me. I want a soul mate not a fuck buddy.
You dont care about my soul. You don’t eben know what that word means.
I guess you are just immature, and i’m growing up.
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