Because I love you,

I messaged you first.

 

Because I love you,

I gave you a completely awkward high five when you tried to hug me.

 

Because I love you,

You were my first kiss.

 

Because I love you,

I spent paycheck after paycheck on you to make you happy.

 

Because I love you,

I opened up to you about everything.

 

Because I love you,

I told you about the story behind every slanted scar on my thighs and wrists.

 

Because I love you,

I am ashamed when I see them in a mirror.

 

Because I love you,

I pretended not to be hurt when you would choose to go out with others girls that weren’t me.

 

Because I love you,

I never told you about my anxiety attacks because I knew you would say that I was over exaggerating.

 

Because I love you,

I noticed you slipping through my fingers like tiny droplets of water.

 

Because I love you,

I noticed when your lips started to feel different when you kissed me.

 

Because I love you,

I noticed your ember brown eyes were no longer filled with the love that once consumed them to the brim.

 

Because I love you,

I had to have constant reassurance that you would stay, and you promised me that you would.

 

Because I love you,

I was foolish enough to believe you.

 

Because I love you,

I watched you leave me for good and fall in the arms of another girl immediately after you broke my heart into a million microscopic pieces.

 

Because I love you,

I am absolutely terrified about loving again.

 

Because I love you,

I am disgusted by my stretch marks I got because I stopped eating when you told me I was overweight.

 

Because I love you,

I go to a therapist every week.

 

Because I love you,

I believed that I was too difficult to love.

 

And because I love you,

I am writing this to prove you wrong.