Flawed

I now see where I went wrong with you. I made it all about the effect you had on Me and not about YOU.

I'm so fucking selfish. I'm always making it all about me. It was supposed to be about YOU.

Who cares about the way you make me feel or about the impact you've had on me? I'm supposed to love and cherish you simply for who you are. Your existence in my life to begin with should be enough to make you worthy of my love. Just you being you. And not for me. Just you being you for the sake of it.

Love. What a silly word.

It's too late now. I realized my mistake far too late in the game. And now it's over. And there's no way to regain what we had before. I don't have a time machine. I suppose I'll have to just let it go. For you. Because you deserve to be happy. And I should be happy for you. I should be happy just because you have what you want and need right now.

I should be able to see my flaws and realize that you simply deserve better than anything I could possibly offer you. Let's face it: I can't give you much. I can't give anyone much. I can't even take care of myself.