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I can’t believe you.

I can’t believe how you let her treat you.

It’s disgusting… degrading.

How do you stand it?

A relationship isn’t supposed to be that way.

Don’t you see what she does when you are around?

Don’t you hear about what she does when you’re away?

You deserve so much better.

You’re blinded when it comes to her.

But I am not.

Heed my words, for I see right through her.

I know her.

I was with her when she did it.

I was around when she said it.

“He’s such a crappy boyfriend,” she says.

My defense was high.

Not by choice, however.

The words just came out to oppose her statement.

She takes you for granted… and yet you let her.

Why?

Do you love her?

Surely not.

You couldn’t.

You shouldn’t.

She makes you doubt yourself… your worth.

I see it every day.

I hear it every day.

I know about it every day.

How can you not know?

How can you continue to let her put you through

such torture… such torment.

One kiss isn’t what matters.

One touch isn’t what matters.

Love is what matters.

Trust is what matters.

Being there is what matters.

Feeling is what matters.

But to her, you’re just like anyone else.

Truth behold, to her, you don’t matter.