Dear—tell me,
do you really think
he loves you?
Until you appeared
out of nowhere,
he was still trying
to reconcile with me.
So no,
don’t believe him
so easily.
You are more of a filler,
a patch for the void.
He might post your photos
on Instagram,
call you family—
but you’ve been with him
for a month.
I was there
for seven years.
He won’t get over me
that fast.
He’s replacing one love
with another.
But maybe you’re just
a convenient body
to take to the gym.
So, my dear,
face reality:
he doesn’t love you
that much.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 11:23 AM UTC
Dear—tell me,
do you really think
he loves you?
Until you appeared
out of nowhere,
he was still trying
to reconcile with me.
So no,
don’t believe him
so easily.
You are more of a filler,
a patch for the void.
He might post your photos
on Instagram,
call you family—
but you’ve been with him
for a month.
I was there
for seven years.
He won’t get over me
that fast.
He’s replacing one love
with another.
But maybe you’re just
a convenient body
to take to the gym.
So, my dear,
face reality:
he doesn’t love you
that much.
