The truth is, I am afraid of posting this here but I’d like to let you know that what you’re doing to me is killing me bit by bit. It gives me an ephemeral sense of comfort but whenever I read those saved texts again, I feel like it’s never going to happen. I feel like I’m wasting my time. I feel like you will never need me. I feel like giving up.
But whenever I want to let go, I’d remember the reason why I wanted to hold on for so long in the first place- you’d be worth everything.
