I wasn’t about the sex we had. It wasn’t about the fact that you took the one thing I’ll never be able to give another man.
It’s about the love we shared. It’s about the year and a half I spend loving you unconditionally, by your side no matter how many times you looked at another girl or how many times you ended things between us. It’s about all of the effort I put into us trying and trying to make us work. It’s about how I tried so hard to make you love me, I forgot how to love myself.
I lost myself trying to find you. I lost the things that made my mom look at me and see herself. I lost the way my sister looked up at me and saw the person she wanted to be.
It’s about the pieces of me you stole every time makeup ran down my face watching you leave screaming for you to come back.
It’s about losing my other half.