I knew when you stopped loving me, not completely but just enough for me to notice. I’m stubborn and prideful, yes two really bad things to deal with, I know. But I was me from the start and you loved me for it. I knew this would happen. I knew you’d stop loving me so I pushed you away since day one. I purposely showed you all my flaws to give you a head start to run. I knew you stopped loving me after you knew me. I knew you would stop loving me when I told you “you’ll get too comfortable and not care” yet you promised. I knew you the moment you broke that promise. But I knew you stopped loving me when you didn’t text me the same. I knew you stopped loving me when you weren’t as affectionate. I knew you stopped loving me when we’d argue and I’d go on ranting through text messages because you no longer showed up at my doorstep to talk it out. I knew you stopped loving me when you wouldn’t even argue back. I knew you stopped loving me when you no longer made time out of your day to see me everyday. It became more like “I’ll hang out with you later this week when I can”. I knew you stopped loving me when you no longer visited me at all…4 minutes away from your home. I knew you stopped loving me when you called me annoying. Not the annoying you use to call me when you pretended to be bothered but you actually wanted me to smother you. I knew you stopped loving me when I’d break up with you...I did that a lot because I didn’t know how to communicate. I knew you stopped loving me when I learned how to communicate you didn’t want to. I knew you stopped loving me when you use to talk and check up on me because you couldn’t go a day without talking to me, you’d keep fighting for me regardless on what terms we were on. But now it can be days. I knew you stopped loving me when you said those words yourself “I’ll keep fighting” but you completely stopped. I knew you stopped loving me when you lied and said you would never do it again but you did. I knew you stopped loving me when I knew you stopped loving me when I would block your phone number and social media and you would still find a way to talk to me, such as via email. I knew you stopped loving me when I was the only one laughing, the only one trying to have fun and lighten the mood. I knew you stopped loving me when your apologies became empty and meaningless. I knew you stopped loving me when I was no longer a priority in your life. I know I’m a lot and I wasn’t perfect in the relationship but I was always me and you use to love that.
