.

Not til I see changes.

I'm screenshotting this.
Even tho I wish us back together, I never had hope. I thought I'd be silently suiciding. But that sentence, coming from you.

Yh, do you want to hope, for the very last time?

I felt it. He still loves me. He cares, each text, each question. He loves me, not loved.
He still hopes too.

I wanna cry and smile at the same time. It's not a fucking assumption this time. It's real.
He is waiting for difference, something that proves we will be good for each other.

I love him so much.
I'll change.

Let us get back together. Let us learn to love again.