I’m tired of caring.
I’m tired of loving someone who doesn’t love me back. It’s like grading my fingers on a chalkboard. It’s killing me. It’s gotten to the point, where it’s not worth it anymore.
The one word texts. The late night phone calls. The quirky phone conversations. None of it is worth it anymore.
It’s not worth putting your heart into someone who does nothing but shred it every single chance that they get. There comes a point where you stop cutting yourself on the shards of glass of your broken friendship, and realize you’re worth way more than that.
That one day, someone will see all that you are worth. They’ll see all of your flaws and love you still.
I don’t know when that will happen for me. But I do know, that even if it takes me a lifetime to have my Mr. Right find me, a day with him, whoever he is, would be better than spending a lifetime holding out for you.