I told him to tell you to call. I shouldn't have but I was partying alone on a Friday night and then the anger ignited. it started and wouldn't stop, I wanted to call and tell you what a pussy you are and ask you what the fuck was your problem.
i'm glad you didn't call Friday night, but I almost wish I hadn't asked for you to call at all.
i'm better than this. i need to hold on to that i'm too good to be someone's backup plan or second option - i'm too good to be entertaining someone that is uncertain of me and has proven it several times. someone who has said that he's never lied to me but most certainly has sporadically.
I am full of good - full of love - it's spilling over and i'm trying to contain it. It's time to come to the realization that sometimes it's better to decide that the love you've given is enough. you've loved them thru it, maybe they loved me thru it, but at some point it's just madness to keep going.
I want to be done. I want to and I need to.
still - in spite of all of that, I truly wanted to love you longer.