As months passed by, I became bored and unhappy with how things were.
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Updated 8 years ago,May 15, 2017
Im sorry.
Im sorry for starting whatever it is that we have.
God&Man
Im sorry for all the promises Ive made, knowing that theyll be broken soon.
Im sorry for telling you things that made you love me even more.
It wasnt my intention to lead you on because I thought I was sure of you.
God&Man
I wanted this to last.
Maybe Im tired and done of denying it now.
Now I know, Im wrong.
I love you.
I really do, but I guess not as much as I love the person before you.
You made me happy, yes.
But that person made me happier.
Despite that, I still love you for everything.
I love you for being patient with me.
I love you for understanding my thoughts.
I love you for accepting all my flaws.
I love you for not judging me because of my past.
But, we were friends before all of these happened.
Maybe I fell in love with how we were as friends and mustve mistaken it for real love.
When in reality, we were only becoming really close friends.
We were so desperate on finding love that we risked our friendship over it.
But I have to leave you.
You are so good to me that I felt guilty.
You deserve so much better than what I gave you, which is not a lot.
You deserve a better first love.
You dont deserve to be an option, nobody does.
But I made you one and for that I am truly sorry.
I told you that you made me happy, but honestly?
As months passed by, I became bored and unhappy with how things were.
I was starting to compare you to that person.
It didnt take me long to realize that you were not the one for me.
Yet, I still didnt leave you.
Because I was scared.
I was scared that I wouldnt find someone that can look past my damaged self and love me.
I was scared to be alone.
I know that was unfair to you, what I did.
I cant find enough reasons to justify my actions because it was wrong.
I loved you, but not the way you deserve.
I hope you’re free to understand why I did what I did.
But sometimes, right decisions dont always make you happy.
