I’m slowly realizing that you do not love me because I’m not your number one. If you loved me, I would be your only one. You would not flirt with other people and you would not be interested in getting intimate with someone else.
If you loved me, I would not have to ask for your attention, it would be self-evident. I would not be alarmed if you only used me. I would not have to question your intentions and not have to doubt everything. I would not have confidence issues, I would not think you’re wrong or unfaithful.
If you loved me, you would help me. You would choose to be with me instead of being single. You would overcome your fear of missing out on what’s out there than losing what’s right in front of you.
If you loved me, you would make me your priority. You would involve me in your long-term plans. You would decently acquaint me with your family. You would go out with me. And you would take a break to do something with me and explore new places.
I do not want to think about whether you are one or not. I just want to be sure it’s you.
I have realized that you do not love me because you do not care about me. If you loved me, you would make sure that I was healthy and safe. You would offer to help me if I needed help. You would spoil me with little surprises.
You would not have to text me if I’m sick because you’re by my side. You would support me emotionally if I go through a hard time instead of abandoning myself.
If you loved me, you would show your love in action. You would have come for my birthday. You would have been there to celebrate my success. And you would have been there to kiss me a good night. If you loved me, you would show me what I really meant to you instead of pretending that you did not care that I did not matter.
If you loved me, I would feel safe and secure. You would do anything to make me smile. You would make me feel loved, important and appreciated. And you would let me live in a fairytale.
You do not tell me that you love me enough. You do not kiss me passionately and as if my kiss was your cure. You do not look at me like I’m the best thing that ever happened to you. And you do not share everything with me. You do not open your heart for mine.
You do not tear down your walls to let me in. You do not allow yourself to be weak, vulnerable and emotional before me.
If you loved me, you would not be so scared to let me see you. If you loved me, you would trust me and you would believe that I would never judge you. If you loved me, you would give us a real chance of love. If you loved me, I would be your best friend, your accomplice, your caregiver.
I realized that you do not love me because you let me go. If you loved me, you would be a better man for me, for us and for you. If you loved me, you would change your ways, and you would have patience with me, though I change my ways. You would be my teacher, my guide and source of inspiration.
If you loved me, you would fight for us. You would stay if it gets difficult. You would love me if I’m a nuisance. You would listen if you wanted silence, and you would talk if it hurts. And you would give me hope when I give up.
If you loved me, you would stay. If you loved me, you would come back. If you loved me, you would choose to live with me in it.
If you loved me, you would let me know instead of asking you what you want from me and what I mean to you. If you would love me, I would already know it.