Love doesn’t mean anything if you’re not willing to make a commitment, and you have to think not only about what you want, but about what he wants. Not just now, but in the future. That’s when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn’t the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn’t enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn’t enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn’t. Not enough. You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul..
It's sad how someone can go from being the reason you wake up smiling, to the reason you cry yourself to sleep. Sometimes, being strong means not holding back the tears but letting them fall. It's funny how you think you actually mean something to someone, & they just turn around & prove you wrong.