i figured you didn't love me anymore.
i assumed it didn't hurt.
i believed being hurt and loving them went hand in hand.
i love you so much still, that it hurts to think of being without you.
i thought you didn't love me, so you were glad when you were without me.
i'm sorry, and i really do mean it. i'm sorry for believing you were fine, and i'm sorry for pushing things over the line.
i really do still love you.
even though now it doesn't seem the same.