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i don't cry over you anymore. i won't say i'm whole again. you took such a big part of me when you left. i still think, sometimes, there's something wrong about me to make you change your mind. most of the time, i know how good i am. i've learned to accept apologies i know i'll never hear out loud. i've learned (very, very, very well) that most people don't stay as long as you'd like them to. nothing is in my control and i'm learning that i won't be everyone's favorite. i have so many questions but if i were given the platform to vocalize, i know i would get the answers i don't want to hear. i know what i am to you. no need to beat a dead horse.

the only thing that bothers me is i have found someone and he wants to give me the world. he wants to give me everything i wanted from you. he cares for me, he loves me. he asks how i am every single day. he wants to know me, the way i wanted you to know me. i'm nervous that if i love him as openly and dearly as i loved you.. i'm nervous he won't want me anymore. because what if he's like you? what if he wants to know me when i'm OK, like you? what if he tells me i'm beautiful but also tells ten other girls that they're beautiful, like you? what if he calls me his girl just to distract me from the fact that he doesn't show me he really loves me, like you? 

you fucked me up and i'm mad at myself for thinking i'm not worthy of real love. i won't bother telling you how i feel. i can't tell you, because you got what you wanted. you got what you wanted.