So many maybes.

Maybe you left because you knew you weren't good for me anymore. Maybe you left because you decided that I deserved better than you. Maybe you left because you just didn't want to hurt me anymore.

Maybe my friends were right to ask me, 'How many more times do you want to get hurt until you've had enough?'. Sometimes I wished you'd cared enough to realise that what you were doing was hurting me.

Maybe they were right in saying that I deserved better. It's just unfortunate I didn't matter as much to you as I used to. I know I deserve someone who'll love me wholly, be there for me when times are rough, who won't second guess their feelings for me and definitely someone who wouldn't want to hurt me. I know all of this, but I wish that person was you.

But you couldn't be that, right? Because it was as if the bad outweighed the good sometimes. It was as if you couldn't care less about me.



I guess I just loved you more.