that girl.

all i ever did was love her. i put her higher, above everyone else.

all she ever did was hurt me. treat me like dirt. and she never even knew what she was doing, was hurting me. why? because i forgave her every time. why? because she was her.

when it really mattered the most, i gave everything up to her. she took my life. shattered my happiness. and it doesn't matter what she does from now... i'll never forget what she did to me.

but i still love her. and i'll always be there when she needs me, because i love her.

what does that make me?

a push over? weak?

or strong enough to try and find the little pieces in her that i miss... so much? 



dolce.