I loved him like the size of a galaxy, and he loved me the size of a star.
I gave him my entirety, and he left me mental scars.
I went to take a breath from stress, and he suffocated me even more.
We were bounded by a wishful thought, in hopes everything would be okay, but everything was destroyed.
Including the love we’ve got.
So when my bf gets a job, I can ask for anything I want & need & he will gladly pay for it. I guess were doing it this way, because that’s what I’m doing for him.
Don’t ask for what you can’t give.