What does it mean… When I give so freely. Knowing well my feelings aren’t reciprocated. Yet I come back. Willing to take any little bits of time together. Hurting every time. But I say to myself. At least I have these. moments

My door is open just enough for him to barge back into my life. Making a mess as he stomps throughout my home. I can feel the pain his words cause me. Yet I keep forgiving him because I’m scared he’ll leave me. Just like everyone else

L0ve,

Not Bobby