You always swore I was the one for you. You promised there was nobody prettier or sweeter, although we both know that was never true. You didn't waste anytime finding those girls again after you left me. And I'm not sure what hurts worse. The fact that you left me and are giving your attention to irrelevant *******, or that you left me and you'd rather try to fill the void by staring at their beauty, opposed to just making things right with me. You can **** anyone and give your attention to anyone. But love is different. Random hookups have nothing on ******* your lover. Love is always feeling complete, whether you're talking at the moment or not. Lust makes you talk to a million ******* at once and still feel nothing. Don't you see? Don't you see we've had our entire lives to **** around? Love is supposed to make you stay. Love should make you choose me always, undoubtedly. Were you thinking of them while falling asleep next to me? When weighing out the pros and cons of us, tell me, was getting attention from countless girls a pro? I can't help but wonder what all really goes through your head. I know that you loved me, and I genuinely believe you loved us. But if I meant to you, what you mean to me, you'd still be here. You'd have chosen me, despite the circumstances. Just as I have chosen you. Just as I would still choose you