Sometimes I think I’m a bad person because I don’t love how I used to do it. I don’t give myself anymore to some people as I used to. And I feel bad, because deep inside me I’m still disappointed and hurt. How I wish things could be different.
But then, I know I’m right. Some people never valued the way I’ve loved them for so long. One day, I was brave enough to open my eyes, to stop making excuses for them. It was a very painful day, in some ways, that memory still lingers my heart once in a while.
Not everybody can love in the same way I do, I’ve learned to accept it. It’s not always easy, but when I feel sad, I know I can count with people who understand love, in the same way I do. I’m so immensely lucky to know and love people who love me the same way that I do.