You should've left me alone if even a single bone in you body was unsure about me. Because I wasn't unsure I was all in. I gave you my heart, my trust, and everything I had left to give. And what hurts the most isn't that you left, but that you stayed long enough to make me believe, to make me hope, to make me fall deeper than I ever wanted to. If doubt was in your heart, you should've told me. You should've walked away before I built my world around you. Now I'm left picking up pieces of myself, learning to breathe without the promises you once made feel so real. I don't hate you. I just wish you had been honest from the start. Because all I ever wanted was love that was sure of me. And maybe one day, I'll forgive you not for what you did, but for what I let myself believe.