There was a feeling in my gut that I couldn't remember the last time feeling as I drove home that night, she hadn't bothered texting me if I wanted dinner.
Emily needed to know that I loved her, she knew. She always knew, she knew how much I loved her, she knew...right?
I always said, "I love you." That's what couples do, right? They tell each other they love the other, they confess their love until the end of time.
Yet with Emily, she never confessed it back.
She had told me ONCE that she loved me.
When I told her time and time again, she always acted as if she had other thoughts on her mind.
Maybe she didn't love me? Maybe she was using me?
I had money. I had privileges that gave me happiness.
Yet all she had was an early morning job.
Yet all she had was a twenty acreage home.
Yet all she had was her life.
I had everything. I gave her everything.
If only she could see how much I did for her.
How could I tell her that she needed to feel the same as me? How could I tell her that this wasn't a one sided relationship? How could I tell her that this love wasn't for taking if she wasn't going to give?
Emily.
You caused this.
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Reasons Why We Broke Up
RomantizmThe writer of this story breaks down reasons why they believe their relationship with Emily; a cater, broke down. The writer goes through a journey of understanding that love is a two-sided conversation. A/N: Chapter 22 is done that way for a purpo...
