I almost do-- Taylor swift

I almost contacted you again, but everytime I almost did, I remembered how we're nth to each other. Everytime I almost did, I scrolled through our chats and I saw how pathetic I was. Almost begging for your love. Everytime I almost did, I remembered how you would let me go back home alone. How you had time for everyone else but never for me. How you forgot everything you said. How you told me you would do this and that for me but you never did. Every little things you said you would do. It's the details that matters and show me how much you love me. Turned out I couldn't feel the love at all. I remembered how hopeless and broken I felt to see you never want to give me the title, to never want to commit into the relationship, to never think of us. It was the last straw that broke me. Broke us. They said loving someone too much will make them stop appreciating you, I guess that's true. I gave up my pride for you for so many times. Let's keep this last one for myself. Take care.

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2025-08-14

To the person that I love the most.!

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